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tail of a dragon.
featuring... â„ zhongli
involves... â„ minors dni, gn!reader, dragon!li, fluff, crack, monsterfucking(?), cannibalism innuendos(??), rambles/headcanon -> short drabble format
at first, i thought zhongli's echo doesn't show up when it's raining (i was in the middle of fighting the oceanid boss). and it made me think; what if his dragon side absolutely abhor rainwater? he's still always a gentleman, of course ăŒ giving you his coat to use as an umbrella upon unexpected downpours; but it's funny to think that inwardly he's just silently screeching something along the line of "curse the rainwater in my shoes curse the rainwater in my hair this does not bring joy at all" within the confines of his lizard brain. he will most definitely make excuses of being cold from the rain and insists on bathing together afterward, too. you may think he's trying to seduce you, but in reality, this old dragon just wants the icky cold rainwater out of his hair.
and then, i noticed that i was wrong ăŒ it gets hidden when any sort of combat happens (i'm not sure if this is an iOS-only decision to conserve resources so that processing power for particle effects can be allocated to the fight's particle effects, or if it's a design decision because they don't want it to interfere with the battle experience).
and i've decided i shall think of it as a zhongli equivalent of men cracking their neck before they get serious. it's not exactly his real tail, after all - he's consciously controlling it, all because you wished he would show his draconic features more often, but he can't really have his horns or tail out in public. hence its disappearance whenever he has to focus that consciousness into something else.
this also means the shiny golden apparition would be nowhere to be found whenever he's intent on pleasuring you... but, perhaps if you rile him enough, you'll be subjected to a very solid dragon's tail, as majestic and mesmerizing as it is deadly, wrapped around your waist as he devours his favorite meal and milk your pleasure until you're all loose for his cocks to sink into the soaked depths of your needy heat.
even though your husband might seem to be all in control and composed, all gentle smiles and the occasional mischief-filled smirks, his tail is another story entirely - the man may not know of the phrase 'cuteness aggression', but he may as well be the personification of it. his mind constantly think about how adorable you are, soft and squishy and mouthwateringly delectable, constantly warring with his own mind over wanting to sink his teeth and nibble your pliant flesh. it lashes, it slithers, it squeezes, and it's unashamedly honest in its unrestrained movements, reflective of his desires in its rawest form. it'll make sure its hard scales imprints on your skin - a unique mark to accompany the mating bite he'll generously lap and suckle on. you're akin to a sweet treat he wants to lick and nip and scratch and devour. lucky for you, his patience and self-control has been tempered and honed for more than six thousand years.
and if your mind decides to conjure any sinful fantasies involving that extra appendage of his, why not tell him? who knows, perhaps you'll arouse a certain part of his draconic brain. your husband is a good listener, but he's also an achiever, after all.
#minors dni#genshin x reader#genshin smut#zhongli x reader#zhongli#rin writes#i wrote this when i was feeling soft and then continued it when i was ovulating. yall can probably tell. no one look at me.....#also i understand that other characters' echo probably behaves similarly. but that is not the point so don't @ me lol
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Comeback
warning: none
characters: jude x reader
summary: when after a while he scores the first goal of the season
may contain spelling and translation errors!
The tension was in the air. It was a decisive game in La Liga, and all eyes were on Jude. It had been a while since his last goal, and the silence from the fans regarding his name was starting to weigh on you. You knew that this goalless streak had been bothering your boyfriend, even though he had been trying his best in every training session and match. You saw how dedicated he was, but you knew he was anxious to break this streak. And now, there, in the Real Madrid stadium, you were rooting with all your might for that day to come.
You were sitting in the stands, your eyes fixed on him, with that deep feeling that everything was going to work out this time. Your heart was racing, your hands were cold from nervousness, and you were barely breathing with each of his plays. For you, each move was like a leap, a quick climb to the top of a mountain and then a plunge back to reality. Every moment felt like it was your match too, cheering for him with all your soul.
Then, it happened.
In a spectacular move, Jude found a space between the defenders, received the ball and, without hesitation, kicked it with precision. The ball went straight into the corner of the goal, passing the goalkeeper with a quick and precise movement. The stadium exploded in cheers of joy, and the energy of the crowd seemed to almost bring down the stands, they were so excited. You stood up, your hands covering your mouth in pure shock and euphoria. Your face lit up with a smile that you couldn't control -the smile of someone who had just seen the person they love do something extraordinary.
Jude, with the most radiant expression in the world, ran towards the fans, and when he got close to the stands, he raised his arms, opening them in a gesture that had already become his trademark. It was at that moment that his eyes met yours, and you, without thinking, imitated the gesture, opening your arms in the same pose as his, in a connection that seemed to cross the field and the barriers. It was as if, in that moment, the two of you were one.
The crowd noticed and started to scream even louder, the fans around you applauded the scene, as if they were witnessing a unique and intimate moment between the player and the person who supported him so unconditionally. You couldn't hold back your laughter, infected by the happiness that radiated from Bellingham, and he, from the field, couldn't stop looking at you, also laughing, both of you absolutely overcome by the joy of that moment.
Your eyes shone with pride and admiration, and Jude could feel, even from a distance, how happy you were for him. After a difficult period, he had finally broken that silence on the field, and seeing you there, supporting him, encouraging him and celebrating with him, made it all worthwhile. He felt that he wasn't just playing for him, but for the two of you, for that beautiful story you were building together.
When the game ended, with the victory assured, Jude went to the edge of the field to find you, who was already waiting for him with the sweetest and proudest smile in the world. He pulled you into a tight hug, and you whispered in his ear:
âI knew you could do it, I knew your moment would come.
He laughed, his face pressed against yours, still breathing fast and his heart racing.
âThat goal was for you, babe. Always for you!
You caressed his face, your eyes filled with emotion.
âIâm so happy for you, Judie. You have no idea how much.
You stood there, still hugging each other, with the applause of the fans in the background and the rest of the players approaching to celebrate. But for Jude and you, that was a moment that belonged only to the two of you, a shared victory, where the goal, the fans and the noise of the stadium seemed to fade away, leaving only the loving and happy look you shared.
#jude bellingham#dorabellingham#jude bellingham x fem!reader#jude bellingham x you#real madrid#football fanfic#jude bellingham imagine#jude bellingham one shot#jude bellingham x reader#football#jude bellingham smut#jude bellingham imagines#judebellingham#jude victor willliam bellingham#jb22#jb5 x fem!reader#jb5 x reader#jb5#football x you#football x y/n#football x reader
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Hey, mama. I'm not American but I live in a country with very strict laws about LGBT and porn and stuff. And you know what, literally NOTHING changed with these laws. Noone can take your queerness from you, noone can forbid you be who you are (woman, man, non binary, whatever). But I've never thought you'd be THAT angry over something that didn't even happen yet. Don't you understand ppl vote against this anger ("fuck men", "make everyone uncomfy", "double the suffering and gelive it to trump")? I have no respect for anyone who's trying to take yours from you. But you're doing exactly what they want to do. The only difference is they are against queer and you're against straight. You can send me to hell or not reply in any way. But in a four year time you'll see, that your life didn't cange much. Trust me. People always find the way to do what they want to do. Breathe out girl. Everything's gonna be okay. Even if it doesn't seem like it now.
Yes, I will take this opportunity to âsend you to hellâ, thank you lol
This is all a backwards line of thinking. This isnât just another candidate thatâs running for President and another candidate that weâll move on from in four years; this is a man thatâs been elected President that will alter and change the trajectory of our country and our government structures itself. Democracy will no longer exist the way that it has for 250 years, if at all.
He has already made announcements of forcing the government to only acknowledge two genders, of punishing teachers with civil crimes if they try and teach anything but, of altering education in schools to only teach about man and wife, man and woman.
What do you mean, âbreathe outâ?
This is the man that overturned Roe v. Wade, that stripped women of the rights to their bodies. He appointed extreme and conservative Supreme Court Justices that will make similar decisions for this country until the day they die. This is the man that wants to force all women to have unwanted pregnancies at any age, for any reason, even if it might kill them and even if they are the product of rape. He wants to make it illegal for pregnant women to cross state lines, wants the government to track womenâs periods, wants to get rid of birth control as a whole.
âBreathe outâ?
He wants to make interracial marriage illegal, wants to make gay marriage illegal, wants to get rid of the Department of Education and radicalize education to where everyone prays in school and learns a very white-washed education (moreso than now) that focuses on how amazing America is. He wants to jeopardize school funding more than it is and wave it over districts heads as a threat. Public school and children will suffer more than it ever has.
Thatâs just scratching the surface.
It shouldnât matter that it hasnât happened yet; weâve barely recovered from the effects of his last presidency. The hate he encouraged and spewed is something Iâm not sure weâll ever recover from at all. It hasnât happened yet, but heâs outlined exactly how itâs going to happen and exactly what we should expect.
And you think I should take a deep breath?
Iâm happy that your life is exactly the same as it was before your laws were put into place. But this is WAY more than a focus on LGBTQIA+ communities. This is our entire livelihood. This is our entire government, country, communities, futures at stake. And this is extremely personal, even as a white woman in a straight presenting relationship. I canât imagine the fear that any woman or person of color or any trans person or anyone in a gay marriage is feeling.
Iâm angry for myself, my two young daughters. Iâm angry for the women in my life who have to put their future plans on hold or who have to decide right now if they want to get pregnant or start a family now and are mourning for the loss of it. Iâm angry for my best friend who is a woman of color who now has to wait and see if her marriage will end up being legal, whose safety I worry for every single day. Iâm angry for all of my trans friends who have to yet again question why this country hates them so much and doesnât cherish and love them for existing as they are.
Iâm angry. I feel rage in my body and spirit that I have not once felt before and thatâs with me being one of the lucky ones to receive generations of trauma and anger I have to work through. Iâve never felt anger like this, this stagnant, still, villain era anger. And Iâll be damned if I donât use it for good because I think itâs ridiculous of you to say that I should be quiet and let the other side, the side that instills fear in others and wishes to take away their very basic human rights, be louder than I am.
Fuck that to the highest degree.
Iâm about to use my privilege to scream my love and my support for those in need from the highest of mountaintops. And if that comes in the form of screaming my hatred for men, the patriarchy, Republicans, and conservatives directly back to them then I sure as shit will be doing that; they are the ones with hate in their heart who are wishing to take away the rights of others. I didnât vote for that. If my hatred comes in other forms like becoming a part of local community groups with like minds, supporting local and black-owned businesses, supporting my local library, educating my daughters to be empathetic and supportive, standing up for women in public if need be, then I will also sure as shit be doing that.
The world deserves my anger.
This was an ignorant ask to send. I donât hate straight people; thatâs just outright fucking stupid. I donât think youâre educated enough on the subject to be sending me an ask that is effectively telling me to calm down, WHICH IS SO FUNNY because thatâs what women are always told when theyâre hysterical, because this is much much more than just the rights of LGBTQIA+ people and another President being elected.
Sure, I hope youâre right and that everything is the same in four years. But youâre wrong.
Sure, Iâll breathe out. But then Iâm going to take a deep breath in and scream my support at the top of my lungs even if it comes in the form of hating men, conservatives, Republicans, and Trump.
Please donât pretend as if you know me. This is the internet, this is fandom, this is somewhat of a persona.
Yes, I am angry. I canât understand how people are not.
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Hey, just today I've decided to stop seeing my parents and siblings for an indeterminate amount of time, and to possibly even break off all contact if it has to come to that. They refuse to acknowledge me as the person i really am and I can't keep sacrificing my mental health and me up for that. Will you please pray for me? And if it's not too much to ask, do you perhaps have a bible passage to strengthen me during this time? I still want to stay close to God, because I know the way God created me was correct and good. Thank you
~Micha (they/them)
Hi Micha,
What a difficult, courageous thing you've done. I will absolutely hold you in my prayers; I pray you will find relief in having finally made the hard decision, and continue to live into flourishing.
The Bible story that comes to my mind is a strange one, only told by Mark (3:20-35):
Very early in Jesus's ministry, as he gathers followers and gains attention, his family is apparently very concerned.
Perhaps they know this path puts him in danger; or maybe they just worry about his "lifestyle" reflecting badly on them. Either way, they know they have to "take control of him;" after all, he's clearly "out of his mind" (v. 21).
So his mother and siblings hurry to a house where Jesus is teaching, but it's packed so full they can't get inside. So they send a messenger in and also call for him from outside (vv. 31-32). I can just imagine their calls: "Please honey, this isn't like you! Who influenced you to go this way?" "You're the man of the house, you can't just abandon us to hang out with queer friends and say edgy things!" "What will the neighbors say?"
But when Jesus is told his family is out there calling to him, he answers, âWho is my mother? Who are my siblings?â Looking around at those seated around him in a circle, he said, âLook, here are my mother and my brothers. Whoever does Godâs will is my brother, sister, and mother.â
We know Jesus's love for his mother. I am sure he loved his whole family with the infinite depth of God. Yet he risks losing them, says hard words he know will probably hurt, because if they make him choose between them and living out God's will, he has to choose God's will.
We don't know whether he ever reconciled with his siblings; they don't appear anywhere else in the Gospels. Maybe this was their last encounter, not even face-to-face. Maybe his brothers could not abide his abnormal lifestyle and chose to cut him out of their lives.
But we do know Jesus reconciles with Mary, the mother who proclaimed divine revolution as a newly pregnant teen (Luke 1:46-55) â yet who seems to waver now, either out of fear for her son or failing to understand that what he's doing now is the revolution.
But I like to imagine when Mary hears what Jesus says about family, the implication that she is only mother to him if she continues to help him in living God's will, she immediately corrects course. She will keep supporting him, even when she doesn't fully understand.
Sure enough, Mary supports him all the way to the cross, all the way to the grave. They are present for each other, comforting each other through the worst moment of both their lives.
[Jesus even fuses his biological family and his found family together from the cross. Now that he will no longer be the "man" in Mary's life who offers her legal and social protection; and now that he won't be there to love on his Beloved, he offers John to Mary, Mary to John. "Woman, here is your son. John, here is your mother!" (John 19:25-27)
Is that queer or what?? As his final act on this side of the tomb, Jesus essentially makes his mother and lover mother-in-law and son-in-law! ...I can't not think of the AIDS crisis, where dying partners would pass their beloved's care over to surviving loved ones.]
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Jesus always prioritized chosen family over biological family. A biological relative can be part of your chosen family, but belonging to that family is no more automatic for them than for anyone else.
Jesus shows us that when family fails to support us in doing God's will â in this case, taking up the invitation to co-create yourself with God, to commit your own small rebellion against the status quo, to prophecy resurrection as embracing your queerness brings you to new life â they cease to be family in the way that matters most.
That rupture can be mended at any point, if and when those who did harm seek to make amends â and receive consent to do so. Whether or not reconciliation ever takes place, we seek out others who will celebrate us and support us in our efforts to glorify God with our lives.
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God of love, Hold Micha close in this time of loss and and changed relationships. Comfort them in the knowledge that this rupture is no fault of theirs, but caused by parents and siblings refusing to embrace all they are, and failing imagine a fuller Kin(g)dom, a vaster love, a more colorful Image of God.
Spirit of courage and wisdom, guide Micah towards those who will delight in all that they are. Help them build a family founded on love, equity, and mutual support. Wherever their journey takes them, make your unconditional love, your unwavering presence known to them.
Amen.
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pickle comes back home injured after meeting with a client
Who did this
Isaac Rhoades x Pickle
Pickle comes home hurt and Isaac is not having it
The door creaked open, and Pickle slipped inside, trying to be quiet. Each step sent a sharp pain through their side, and they winced, clutching their ribs as they closed the door behind them. They hoped Isaac hadnât heard that they could make it to the bedroom before he noticed anything was wrong.
âPickle.â Isaacâs voice cut through the quiet, low and dangerous. He was already standing in the hallway, eyes fixed on them with a sharp, intense gaze. It wasnât a greeting it was a demand.
Pickle froze, instinctively straightening, but the movement sent a jolt of pain through their ribs, and they winced again. âItâs fine. Just a meeting that went south, nothing to worry about â
Isaac was in front of them in an instant, his hand gripping their chin with a tight but controlled force, tilting their face up so he could inspect them. His eyes darkened as they roamed over the bruises, his jaw clenched. âFine?â he hissed, his voice cold and edged with anger. âYouâre bleeding, Pickle. What part of this looks fine to you?â
âI can handle it,â Pickle muttered, trying to pull away from his grip, but Isaacâs hold tightened, his fingers firm on their skin. He wasnât letting them brush this off.
âYou can handle it?â His voice was low, filled with a quiet fury. He released their chin, but his eyes never left them as he spoke, his anger barely restrained. âYou think coming home looking like this is handling it?â
Pickle felt a pang of guilt, but they refused to let it show. âI didnïżœïżœïżœt want to drag you into it.â
Isaac laughed, but there was no humor in it just frustration, cold and biting. âDrag me into it?â He took a step back, running a hand through his hair in frustration, pacing the room like he was trying to keep himself from losing control. âYou donât get to make that decision, Pickle. Not when it comes to your safety.â
âI didnât expect things to get out of hand,â Pickle said softly, trying to diffuse the situation, but it only made Isaac angrier. His pacing stopped abruptly, and he turned on them, eyes blazing with a mix of fury and something deeper fear, possessiveness.
âYou didnât expect it?â Isaac growled, stepping toward them again. âYou went into a situation that could have killed you, and you didnât think to call me? You didnât think Iâd want to know if you were in danger?â
Pickle opened their mouth to respond, but Isaac was already moving, grabbing their shirt and lifting it just enough to expose the bruises and the blood-soaked side where the cut was still seeping. His eyes darkened further, his anger boiling just beneath the surface.
âTake it off,â he ordered, his voice low and dangerous. There was no room for argument, and Pickle obeyed, pulling off their shirt with some difficulty, the pain making it harder than usual.
Isaacâs eyes scanned their injuries, and his jaw clenched harder, his fingers hovering just above the bruises as if he couldnât bear to touch them without making things worse. When he finally spoke again, his voice was quieter, but filled with an icy, controlled anger. âWho did this?â
âIt was just a client,â Pickle began, but Isaac cut them off.
âA client,â he repeated, his voice dripping with disdain. He stood abruptly, his anger spilling out as he paced again. âAnd you went to meet them alone. Without telling me.â
âI didnât want to bother you, Isaac. I can handle it.â
Isaac spun around, eyes blazing. âYou donât get it, do you?â His voice was sharp, full of anger, frustration, and something more possessive. âYou think you can just waltz into dangerous situations, get yourself hurt, and Iâm supposed to be okay with it?â
Pickle stared at him, unsure how to respond. Isaacâs protectiveness had always been intense, but this, this was different. There was a darkness in his expression, a possessiveness that felt like it could consume them.
âI should never have let you leave the house,â Isaac muttered, more to himself than to them. He ran a hand through his hair again, pacing in tight, agitated circles. âI shouldnât have let you go without me.â
Pickle felt a chill run down their spine. âIsaac, you canât lock me up.â
His eyes snapped to theirs, the possessiveness in his gaze more intense than ever. âI canât?â His voice was quiet, dangerous. âYou come home to me bleeding, bruised, and you think Iâm just going to let you keep putting yourself at risk?â
âIâm not a prisoner,â Pickle shot back, trying to stand their ground. âI can take care of myself.â
Isaac stopped pacing, his eyes narrowing as he stepped closer, his presence looming. âClearly, you canât.â
Pickle flinched at the coldness in his voice. Isaacâs hands came to rest on their shoulders, and his grip was tight, his anger barely controlled. âYouâre mine, Pickle. Do you understand that? You belong to me. And if you think Iâm going to stand by while you walk into danger, youâre wrong.â
Pickleâs heart pounded in their chest, torn between fear and comfort in his intensity. They knew Isaacâs anger came from a place of love, but this this was more than just protectiveness. It was possessive, controlling.
Isaacâs hands softened slightly on their shoulders, but his eyes never wavered. âI donât care what you think you can handle. Next time, you call me. You donât go anywhere without me.â
Pickle opened their mouth to argue, but Isaac silenced them with a look. âIâm serious. If something happens to you...â He trailed off, his voice thick with the anger he was trying to suppress. âI wonât let anyone hurt you. Not again.â
His hands moved to cradle their face, and he leaned in, his forehead resting against theirs. âYou donât get to put yourself at risk, Pickle. Not without me there to protect you.â
Pickle swallowed, their voice barely a whisper. âI understand.â
Isaacâs breath was warm against their skin, his presence overwhelming. âGood,â he whispered, his voice still filled with that dangerous possessiveness. âBecause if anyone else tries to hurt you, theyâll regret it.â
Pickle nodded, feeling both the weight of his words and the depth of his love for them. Isaacâs protectiveness was fierce, consuming but it was also grounding, wrapping around them like an ironclad shield. They werenât sure how to feel about it, but one thing was certain: Isaac would never let them go.
#sakuverse#zsakuva#peppymintdreamsproduction#isaac rhoades#isaac is angy#isaac rhoades x reader#zsakuva isaac#isaac x reader#isaac#angst#yandere#ask the mint and you shall receive#ask and you shall receive my dream child#send in asks#anon ask
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me, thinking that i have at least a base level understanding of botw: :)
blue, about to write a 1,000+ word essay that is going to completely revamp my understanding of the game and interpretation of its events: bada bing bada boom
i dont know how you do it. i am incredibly impressed and using all of this for fic inspiration. keep writing
every time someone asks me how i do this shit i have to regrettably inform them that the real genuine answer is that i am fucking insane. my 2 passions in life are writing and video games and the place where the 2 converge fascinates me to no end and i am that special kind of crazy that is capable of latching onto something and not thinking about anything else for 10 years. so. the only thing i have cared about deeply for the last several years of my life has been the way video games are written and constructed. and zelda is one of the most interestingly constructed franchises i have found to date. these games are just like. the absolute perfect story for my brain to work with and i truly do not know who i would be without them. and i am genuinely incredibly grateful that ive been able to build a platform where people like. CARE about what i have to say and take the time to ask me to think about the games because like. i would be doing it ANYWAY but knowing that there are people who actually read my analysis and appreciate the amount of thought i put into this stuff makes me really happy lol
#i sincerely think video games are an art form and that so many stories benefit from being told interactively via video games#and i'm especially fascinated with the way loz chooses to tell its stories because the games are almost always designed so that the player#actively makes every decision in the storyline even though every game only has one preset ending. that's SO COOL.#ive found myself frustrated recently by rpgs that are super cutscene heavy and i was struggling to articulate why until i went back and#looked critically at the way zelda games are designed and i realized that there isn't a single cutscene in loz that openly takes away the#player's autonomy. cutscenes are almost always reserved for dialog or the beginnings of fight scenes but link almost never makes choices#without the player's input and that's a huge part of what keeps the games engaging! YOU are link. he's not a vessel you occasionally#control. he is you. his decisions are always yours.#and that's generally easier to do with a less complex storyline but the way botw kept that autonomy despite its complex story is SO clever#by making the cinematic cutscenes MEMORIES there's never any percieved loss of autonomy because the player understands that this is#something that has already happened so obviously there's no way they can alter link's choices. that's SO SMART#ANYWAY. i didn't mean for this to be a tag essay about video game mechanics sorry but tldr i am so so so passionate about this LOL#if you cant tell. very few people irl will listen to me talk for this long. this is why i love tumblr#asks
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saw a post about how rhaegar was the best-placed person to stand up to aerys and how he failed, and now i have brainworms about it.
because he was (short of⊠well, robert, it turns out), and he did fail. he was too weak when it counted to ultimately save his wife and children. there are no heroes. grand designs always fail at the level of a man. and men are weak and fallible.
(side note: not anti-rhaegar. clown on this post at your peril.)
#asoiaf#asoiaf meta#rhaegar targaryen#hate having to always add a disclaimer#god gives his toughest battles (loving rhaegar AND elia. together or apart) to his strongest soldiers#but i LOVE the idea that plans and justice and whatever people feel *should* happen#crumbles at the level of human fallibility#in some ways i think rhaegar could never have stood up to aerys. not in a way that mattered.#he was his father. when thatâs the man who raised you. who controlled your life â#the fic ârubiconâ gets this so well#itâs a moment of immense failure#itâs the WRONG DECISION#but was there any alternative?#i mean there was but he never wouldâve taken it#anyway now iâve well and truly kicked the hornetâs nest i guess iâll scamper off
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pls i agree with the previous anon. like i need to see how your mind works. LIKE THE AMOUNT OF LORE YOU PUT INTO THIS STORY? no wonder you was struggling to write this chapter. no wonder you had to split it. YOURE PUTTING EVERYTHING INTO IT. i adore you.
i just love how you do megumi justice. like from what we hear from others (oh my god he was such a menace. jumping out of vehicles? biting people? willing to summon his ace just to spite everyone? trying to electrocute his uncle?) he has so much fire in him. heâs such a little shit. i love him. iâm so tired of everyone portraying him as some emotionless bland character. the dudebros donât know him the way i do đ.
iâm honestly just itching to see yuuta spill the beans on his attachment to megumi likeâŠwould gojo actually be willing to kick that kid ass. IF ANYTHING gojo should consider this a win. the son he birthed from his gojoussy (i was there. i was the one cutting the cord ofc shh) has a loyal protector.
but in all honesty i have so many theories. like about mai, she might pop out to get the books & shit for her nephew? who knowsss.
the answer to how my mind works is ânot well.â imagine a waiting room where the staff are only in attendance for 30 minutes per day (itâs never the same 30 minutes) and there is a hamster inexplicably lose. there are fish tanks but they are empty ones. you do not know what the business is or why you are waiting. dont stop me now by queen is playing on endless loop
#you cannot convince me that baby Megumi was not completely feral#thatâs a kid who bit people Iâll die on that hill#there is something about Mahoraga that convinces me that itâs just the ultimate act of reclaiming control for Megumi#fundamentally Megumi does not have control over his own life#from a very young age he was locked into a profession that /would/ kill him one day#and again and again he displays this almost suicidal decision to summon something /guaranteed/ to kill him whenever he thinks hes going down#megumi never got to decide his life but by god he has decided upon his death#I think a part of him has always felt doomed from the beginning and got a bit of solace in knowing heâd die on his terms#he would die but he would not die having been beaten#like I think you just CANNOT underestimate the twisted relief that can be gotten from controlling the way you die after youâve spent your#entire life under the shadow of your own death sentence#of course this means that the Zenin took even that comfort from him#megumi thought he was going to die and it was going to be in a way that robbed him of the only control he ever had#thereâs a unique helplessness in that#I think the fact that he couldnât even die on his terms hurt him more deeply than almost anything the Zenin did to him#he spent his entire life knowing he had an ace that couldnât be taken from him and they still managed it#the Zenin made him feel weak as a child when they were abusing him#they made him feel weak when they spent that week hurting him#and they took away the only thing that ever made him feel truly strong#he wanted to hurt them back and it was a tremendous loss to not even have that#sea glass gardens
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#so tired of my friend's bum ass partner getting in the way of things#dude is hella controlling and makes every room so awkward i cant stand it and acts like their grown ass needs my friend to do anything#we'll be hanging out at his place and hell be like#gotta go my partner wants to go to sleep and he needs me to do it#apparently#he never wants to end the hangout either it's always this person's decision#partner is lame as fuck too i seriously cant fathom what he sees in them#and every time we're chilling you better believe snapchat is open and they're talking#like BROOO LET ME HANG OUT WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND ITS NOT THE END OF THE WORLD#IM MARRIED AND UR ACTINGLIKE THIS!!! LET THE BOY HAVE FUN OUTSIDE OF YOUR PRESENCE#like you LIVE togther you do not have to be attached at the messaging app like this#and rescheduling to do chores together is wild#it would be cute if this didn't happen every single time#and it's not cute because the partner is still controlling every second of his time#HERES THE THING HES WANTED A PROPOSAL#BUT THIS FUCK WONT PROPOSE#AND DOESNT WANT KIDS#BUT WONT BREAK UP WITH MY FRIEND WHO WANTS CHILDREN AND AND PROPOSAL#LIKE FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFFFFF#and they're open and every time another person joins he's talkig to me about how the partner pays wayyy more attention to the other one#AHHHHHHHHHHHH#BREAK UP#THEY DONT CARE ABOUT YOU#oh my god#hes coming over without partner and staying the night so we can talk without this bum over his shoulder#they're a cheater too#but it was onlyfans so it âisnt as badâ#the onlyfans of someone they both. know.#im pissed bruh#they just renewed their lease together too
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kento's a real man.
a man who uses your purse with no shame, even if everyone stares at him.
a man who does not feel ashamed in doing 'feminine' activities, in his eyes, it's just an activity. since when is cooking or knitting shameful?
a man who doesn't have the need to control your every move. he doesn't always need to be in a position of power over you.
a man who flaunts your achievements, even if they're greater than his. in fact, he could never be prouder.
a man who understands the decision of the amount of children to have entirely is up to you.
a man who isn't scared to buy feminine products and in fact volunteers to buy them when you are in need.
a man who understands that housework is a shared activity and that being a housewife is a real job.
a man who understands the sacrifice of becoming a full-time mom and makes sure you know you're appreciated in every single moment.
note: beabadoobee reference, got an idea while listening to her song
#nanami is a man#jjk x reader#jjk fluff#kento nanami#fumiliardrabbles#nanami x reader#jjk nanami#kento x reader#nanami fluff#nanami x y/n#jjk headcanons#jujutsu nanami#nanami kento#nanami x you#jujutsu kaisen nanami#jjk fanfic#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jjk x y/n#kento x y/n#kento x you#jujutsu kento#jjk kento#kento fluff#nanami headcanons#min...drabbles
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gojo satoru x reader | oneshot smut [18+]
title. around the clock
Hooking up with your little brotherâs babysitter? That sounds more like a bad porno than a sensible decision.
á° pairing. babysitter/boxing au - underground boxer & babysitter!gojo x college student!reader (f)
á° summary. when underground boxer gojo satoru becomes a little strapped for cash, he gets a day job as a babysitter for a five-year-old kid named yuuji who most definitely has adhd (but thatâs besides the point). the kidâs mom gave gojo two rules, and two rules only: donât accidentally kill my son, and do not flirt with my daughter. heâs pretty sure heâs got a good hold on the former, but heâs got no self control over the latter.
á° warnings/tags. 18+, fem!reader, smut, casual sex, lil bit of fluff, lil bit of crack, slight age gap (readerâs 22 & gojoâs 27), cum play, creampie, unprotected sex, praise kink, slight degradation, gojo is a sleazebag that cares?, sort of porn-coded smut except thereâs a lil bit of lore so itâs kinda porn w plot, uhh having sex with risk of getting caught, gojo beats people up at night & then plays father figure to a 5 y/o during the day, mentions of violence/alcohol/drugs/blood/cigarettes
á° word count. 12.6k
a/n. hiiii friends jeez it feels like FOREVER since i've posted some good ol' smut (still has plot tho xd)...hopefully you enjoy n see ya at the bottom! lmk if i missed any warnings! if you asked to be tagged but didnât get tagged itâs bc you have your tags off aaa :( even when some ppl tried to fix it i still couldnât tag them iâm sorry!!
alsoooooo so very much love to @starmapz for beta reading this for me :â) really helped me w my posting nerves haha. she is also a wonderful jjk author pls go check out her works!! đ ART CREDITS: @/3-aem
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2:34 pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): heyy um iâm sorry if this comes off kinda rude i just am kinda bad with this but i was wondering if you could text my mom for questions about yuujiâs care instead of me?
2:46pm Gojo Satoru: Oh 2:46pm Gojo Satoru: Yeah, sure
2:34 pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): sorry i know my mom doesnât know much ab how to take care of him bc i was the one that took care of him for a while but i just really want to separate myself from that guardian role now that iâve transferred to NYU yknow? :/ i think itâs not my place anymore. i just wanna be big sis now haha
2:46pm Gojo Satoru: I get it. Sorry if I was making you uncomfortable with my texts
2:48pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): no no not uncomfy by it, thanks for looking after him. itâs just iâm kind of busy n stuff so it can be distractingÂ
2:49pm Gojo Satoru: Ok, got it
2:52pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): and it was kind of an issue with his last babysitter
2:53pm Gojo Satoru: Oh?
2:55pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): yeahhh like he would keep textinf me n stuff uhh kinda weird things⊠i told my mom about it and she was super pissed so she fired him
2:55pm Gojo Satoru: Weird things?
2:56pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): yeah he was always âaccidentally sexting meâ n like he sent me a dick pic once sooooo yeah
2:56pm Gojo Satoru: Who tf 2:56pm Gojo Satoru: Iâll go beat him up
2:57pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): oh no no its fine lol 2:57pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): please dont beat anyone up 2:58pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): iâm not saying youâre like him tho i just think maybe less texting unless its an emergency okay?
3:00pm Gojo Satoru: Are you sure because I will totally go beat him up for you
3:01pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): NO I DONT WANT YOU TO BEAT ANYONE UP FOR ME 3:01pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): also no offense but you dont look like you could beat someone up
3:01pm Gojo Satoru: WHAT 3:02pm Gojo Satoru: Tf you mean âno offenseâ thatâs literally the most offensive thing you could say to a guy
3:04pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): yeaa i mean you have muscles ofc but in the âohhh i wanna look good for instagramâ way and not like real man muscles yknow
3:06pm Gojo Satoru: Ok princess next time you visit home and go on one of your stupidly large grocery hauls Iâll make sure you carry all those groceries in by yourselfÂ
3:06pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): NO 3:07pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): I WAS JUST JOKING 3:07pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): YOURE SO STRONG TY FOR ALWAYS CARRYING THE GROCERIES INSIDE 3:08pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): PLEASE KEEP CARRYING MY GROCERIES INSIDE
3:09pm Gojo Satoru: Nah 3:09pm Gojo Satoru: Should we be texting right now? Iâm not sensing any emergencies here
3:11pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): pls. my groceries :(
3:16pm Gojo Satoru: Iâll let the kiddo know you say hi đđŒÂ
The irony of it all was that, if Gojo really wanted to, he absolutely could beat the shit out of someone. And he has, hundreds of times, pseudo professionally. Although that isnât something heâd admit to you, out of fear that you might relay that info back to your mom who would then become mortified that sheâs entrusted her five-year-old sonâs life to the hands of an underground boxer.Â
But he needed the money. A night-time job didnât really make daytime money, not when they could easily replace him with the next dude the second he gets knocked out of the ring more than twice, let alone if he let it happen once. And although he sometimes made large sums, it wasnât stable income. He needed a back-up plan, and so babysitting it was.Â
The babysitter working nights at unsanctioned dojos and gyms located in the back of cartel blocks, knocking teeth out of men twice his size, would put any decent mother into a coma or induce some episode of syncope, hence why it wasnât something he put on his resume before he got hired. Not that he even needed to provide a resume; your mom seemed desperate to cover the position as fast as possible, that promotion at work was moving faster than she wanted to, and Gojoâs beneficial attribute that he possessed as a candidate to look after her son, compared to all the other potential hires, was that he had a penis.
He likes the kid. Yuuji. Heâs got kind of a short attention span, and makes Gojo weary of his age. Hold up, that makes him sound like heâs geriatric, heâs really only the ripe old age of twenty-seven, but the immortality and infinite stamina that a five-year-old boy has on him is enough to have him huffing and puffing at the end of every single evening shift he takes on with the rascal.Â
Fighting is all sprint, and no stamina. Sure, there might be some more seasoned boxers that might disagree with him, but for someone as young as him in the field, itâs the tactic heâs been forced to gain. If he draws a fight on for too long, he'll get killed by a forty-two year old man with steroids clogging up his adipose tissue and enough testosterone to grow a full-body beard by the time the sun starts to set. No, his strategy is to knock them out within the first fifteen seconds. Use their weight against them, and whatnot. A tactic heâs found has worked, since heâs been undefeated thus far.Â
He can never wrap his head around it. The drug lords that run the rings whoâve gained millions the night before from selling crystal meth only to lose it all the night following in the second Gojo hooklines a solid punch to their betting boxerâs chin, making them see God & their Momma before they tap out (if theyâre even able).
He doesnât pocket much money from it, not anything compared to what the men who bet on him end up making at least, but itâs a decently solid sum. How lucrative it really is depends solely on what he thinks the value of his life is.
Itâs not unheard of, boxers dying in the ring. Turns out, rich drug dealers care very little about the sheep theyâve captured to perform their entertaining little stunts. But Gojo wasnât doing all of this to feel some sense of work-life pride, no, it was just sustenance. When basic needs are not met, humans resort to the most animalistic of all behaviors, and while heâs not proud of what he does, he canât deny the fact that itâs turned him into an adrenaline junkie that gets a rush in his veins every time he knocks a jaw loose.
But balance was key. And hence why heâs a boxer by night, babysitter by day. For at least four days a week, he gets to pretend heâs the kingâs most trusted appointed knight, or heâs the radioactive tyrannosaurus rex that wants to tyrannize all the other dinosaurs, or maybe heâs the evil power ranger (he always forgets which color that one was) that is determined to make the world a living hell by smashing mr. potatohead against the bunk bed post a billion times for all the other toys to see. Or whatever other imaginative hyperfixations Yuuji imposes on him in the later afternoon once heâs had his bowl of spaghetti-Oâs and is ready to play. Lately, the kidâs been really into space. Theyâve got all sorts of space toys these days. Back in Gojoâs day, he just had a good olâ Buzz Lightyear.
âOne rule, thatâs it: donât accidentally kill my son. Actually, one more rule. Donât flirt with my daughter.âÂ
Thereâs a part of Gojo that believes your mom kind of knows heâs up to shady shit at night, otherwise why else would she clause for him to not flirt with you if she didnât read the slight swell to his eye and the healing gash across his cheek as anything other than this boy is trouble and I want him nowhere near my too-good-for-him daughter of reproductive capacity since thatâs the exact tale of how I became a single mother in the first place. Or maybe he inherently looks like heâs up to no good? Heâs not sure which angle is more offensive, and which one was more flattering. Well in any case, she entrusted Yuujiâs life to him, despite acknowledging the plausibility of harm, and that means she overall thinks positively of him, right? âŠâŠright?
The first night he met you, it was awkward to say the least. Gojo spends most of his nights performing deadly stunts for middle aged men with potbellies, and most of his days hanging out with a five-year-old (one who heâd argue is his only friend at this point). Sure, heâs got some people he sees occasionally back in his high school hometown when he can brave hearing about how everyoneâs in college now or doing a masters or theyâre working respectable nine-to-five day jobs meanwhile he has to lie to his Pops that heâs been working in insurance for the past two years. Listen, in fairness, he probably makes the same amount of money as an insurance broker would anyways, but he canât exactly own up to the identity of his craft.Â
Anyways, the point is, heâs not used to seeing other people his age anymore. Thereâs the occasional hook-up with girls he hasnât seen since Mrs. Tracyâs homeroom period back in sweet two-thousand-sixteen, or his twice-a-year hangout with Suguru where he only learns the day of where he's visiting from since the guy moves around more than Gojo can keep up with. But save for that, he mostly just sees your mom and then Yuuji.Â
So seeing you standing in the kitchen for the first time when he went to put Yuujiâs half-finished GoGurt back in the fridge was startling to say the least. When the sight of a woman startled him, he knew he needed to start getting out again.
You were on your tiptoes, reaching up to grab at something over the fridge, and wearing these ridiculously short shorts to where he could see the curve of your ass, his line of sight trailing down the skin of your bare legs. He couldnât see anything of your form above your shorts, given you were wearing an extremely baggy t-shirt with NYU on it in big bolded university letters. As far as he knew, you were a senior at NYU, studying psychology, made deanâs list consecutively for the past three years given the way your mother posted all your stellar transcripts up on the fridge (he gets that sheâs proud of her daughter, but doesnât that kind of stuff usually end in grade school?) But other than that, it was all the information he had on you.
âHere,â he said, pressing his front to your back, maybe just to get a feel, as he reached over to you to finally grab the box of cereal you were swatting for, the one that he purposefully placed at the back because Yuuji learned how to climb counters recently. âIs this what you want?â
He had heard you gasp, spinning around on your heel fast, staring up at him with wide eyes like you werenât expecting some random man to be in the house right now, and your first instinct ended up being to grab the knife out of the kitchen knife block and lunge it straight at his torso.
If it wasnât for his boxer reflexes, heâd have ended up at the ER that evening. Or dead. All depending on the strength you could pack into a stab. But instead, he deflected it, though not without a gash to his torso through the fabric of his shirt, one that you spent the rest of the evening profusely apologizing for and eventually mending to with cotton balls and neosporin.Â
âI didnât know you were my little brotherâs babysitter,â you mumbled with a small wince on your face as you dabbed ointment on the wound while he pulled the hem of his shirt up to his shoulder. Heâs never had an injury tended to before. It was nice.
âItâs fine, I get it, totally acceptable response to seeing a random dude in your house.â
He remembers the curl of your eyelashes while you stared down at his bare upper half, something he imprinted on his memory rather than the concern in your face as your fingertips traced the scars across his chest. He hoped they made you feel better about the one you just slashed into him, because after all, what was one more?Â
He knows he shouldnât have, but he kissed you that night. Two minutes before your mom came home, and right after you bid him goodnight with one more apology, he backed you up against the door of your bedroom, his hands on your hips pulling you towards him, and his lips pressed against yours. Something seamless, from candid conversation that was heading towards an end, to full fledged making out against white-painted wood, his teeth nipping at your lip and he wondered just how touch-starved those university boys were leaving you given the desperate way youâd clinged to his shirt for dear life as he deepened the kiss.
The moment only lasted one minute and fifty-seven seconds, and in the remaining three, your motherâs key pushed into the front door and he had to pull away. Always, on the dot, 10PM, she was home. It was how he knew he had two minutes left to make a move in the first place.
So much for no flirting.
6:57pm Gojo Satoru: Bahahah I accidentally forgot where yuujiâs epipen is 6:58pm Gojo Satoru: [sent a photo] 6:59pm Gojo Satoru: Turns out this can-o-soup was just covering it in the cabinet
7:01pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): ??? why did you need to find his epipen
7:08pm Gojo Satoru: Oh he accidentally took a bite of my pad thai 7:09pm Gojo Satoru: I freaked cuz I thought it had peanuts in it but I remember I asked for it without any 7:09pm Gojo Satoru: shitâs crazy
7:10pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): WHY THE FUCK DIDNT YOU TEXT ME????????
7:12pm Gojo Satoru: YOU SAID YOU DIDNT WANT ME TEXTING YOU UNLESS IT WAS AN EMERGENCY ?
7:13pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): SATORU YOU THOGHT HE ATE SOMETHING W PEANUTS IN IT AND YOU FORGOT WHERE HIS EPIPEN WAS THATSS A FUCKIGN EMERGENCY
7:15pm Gojo Satoru: THE KID IS DOING FINE HES ALIVE JESUS LEAVE ME ALONE 7:16pm Gojo Satoru: [sent a photo] 7:16pm Gojo Satoru: See. heâs chill 7:17pm Gojo Satoru: with intact airways might I add 7:18pm Gojo Satoru: Also isnât he a little too old to still be watching baby sensory videos?
7:20pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): yeah my mom thinks he has adhd :(
7:22pm Gojo Satoru: oh
He tried to keep his word though (although he doesnât recall ever giving it) out of the respect he had for your mom. She was a hard-working lady, single mom of two who went from working three jobs to now being a major administrator at a big law firm near the outskirts of town. It was an underdog story if heâd ever heard one, and he loved an underdog story.Â
But a little texting here and there wouldnât hurt, right? Or so he thought, until you told him to cut it out with the contact. Maybe you were just trying to be the good one in this situation. After all, hooking up with your little brotherâs babysitter? That sounds more like a bad porno than a sensible decision. Still, heâll eventually get your replies to his which shirt should Yuuji wear to the park? and look, the toothfairy gave him the butt of a joint and a couple thumbtacks for his front tooth. heâs ecstatic texts, although in a less timely manner than before when you werenât trying to preserve propriety. And when youâd occasionally visit every other weekend, heâd do his best to keep his hands in his pockets, and youâd fill up your nights with hangouts with your hometown friends to avoid spending too much time with him at the house. A silent agreement to not fuck each other, it was.Â
4:55pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): send pic of yuuji pls i miss him :(
5:04pm Gojo Satoru: [sent a photo]
5:08pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): IS THAT BLOOD?!?!?!?!
5:09pm Gojo Satoru: chillllllll itâs fake. Weâre working on his halloween costume
5:09pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): WHY DOES IT HAVE BLOOD?!?!?!?!?!?
5:10pm Gojo Satoru: He wants to be a baby xenomorph and I'm his parasitic host. You know that iconic chestburster scene from the old school alien movies? yeah
5:12pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): satoru please for the love of god just dress him up as a dinosaur or something
5:13pm Gojo Satoru: Iâm not the one that came up with the idea, okay? It was him
5:14pm yuujiâs sis (no flirting): because you let him watch adult swim with you before putting him to bed. youâve deranged his brain.
5:14pm Gojo Satoru: He needs it. Builds character.
Gojo was living a double life, and if someone asked him, heâd say it was less of a Clark Kent way and more of a Bruce Wayne way, although in reality, he knows itâs close to neither. Heâs no superhero with a concealed identity fighting crime, heâs a con artist thatâs tricked a hard-working woman into hiring him just because heâs trying to save up enough money to get the fuck out of this godforsaken town, given heâs not knocked dead before then for the crimeâs amusement.
But Yuuji looks up to him now. And Gojoâs grown attached to him too. He taught the kid how to tie his own shoes and piss inside the actual toilet like a real man. And that kidâs the only thing thatâs made him question any of this. Maybe thatâs what dads feel, suddenly held to all this impossible responsibility and the pressure to stop doing stupid shit so that youâll stick around to see your kids get older. The thought that there are eyes on you now, eyes that are innocent and hopeful and learning, and because they know nothing at all, you feel the responsibility to protect them from everything. For fucks sake, remind him to never become a dad.Â
âDo you like my sister?â Yuuji had asked him out of nowhere one afternoon after he just got home from preschool, stacking a blue cube over a yellow one at the dining table.
âUhh,â Gojo starts. He wondered if your mom had put a wire on the kid, so his answer was as diplomatic as he could manage. âYeah, sheâs cool. Youâve got a cool sister.â
âBut. But.â Yuuji stutters, trying to find his big boy words. He stretches up higher to reach the top of his stack of blocks, but he only has so much arm real estate at the age of five. âDo you like her like you wanna kiss her?â
Gojo grabs the block from the kidâs hand, for a moment questioning Yuujiâs decision to want to put a blue block over another blue block, but he figures aesthetics are the least of a kidâs concern, and so he places the block where Yuuji wanted it.Â
Why does the kid know what kissing is anyway? Do kids know that kind of stuff at that age? Isnât a kiss to a five-year-old just something their mom gives to them before they head off to preschool for the day? And not something that happens between adult men and women? Maybe he should stop watching that adult swim in front of him.
âNo. I donât want to kiss your sister,â he says, again, because he is suspicious of a wire. It was a lie and then some, because he wants to do a lot more than just kiss you.
Gojo lifts the RedBull he was nursing up to his lips and watches Yuuji in the corner of his eye as the kid stares at his growing stack of blocks with a concentrated expression on his face, his chubby fingers squeezing tightly into little round dimpled balls, like heâs putting together all his tiny brain cells together to form another coherent thought before turning to face Gojo on the chair.
âItâs ok. You can kiss her if you wanâed to. You can marry her too,â Yuuji says.
Gojo almost spits out his RedBull. He barely manages to swallow it, a broken cough immediately leaving his throat when some of the liquid goes down the wrong pipe and heâs smacking a fist against his chest to knock the sanity back into himself.
âWhere the fuââŠwhere the flip did that come from?â he asks, blinking back tears from the rasp in his throat.
Yuujiâs small shoulders sulk as he sits back on his heels. âI want a papa.â
Oh fuck that hurt. Jesus christ, there was nothing more sad than that. Yuuji has literally never known what itâs like to have a dad, since his had left before he was even born. Gojoâs not really close to his old man by any means, but he had still been a fatherly figure in some pivotal moments when he had needed it growing up. Kids need their dads. And heâs seen enough people lose their way without one to know that the value of them is really underestimated.
Heâs also kind of shocked that Yuuji really did think of you as his motherly figure. Maybe since it had always just been him and his dad, Gojo learned how to self sustain from a young age, and he and his dad became accustomed to just looking after their own interests to avoid the headache of tending to one another. My land is my land, and your land is yours, and there was the occasional Saturday night spent together with his dadâs millions of beer bottles emptied dry on the carpet in front of the 1992 box TV as the two shared a greasy pizza from the place down the street. That was the extent of family solidarity that he knew.
But he canât imagine being barely eighteen and having to take care of your little brother all by yourself because your mom was too busy trying to put food on the table and was too poor to hire a babysitter. Your mom tried so damn hard to keep you away from the single teenage mother life, but somehow ended up giving it to you by proxy in the end anyway. It was no wonder you wanted space now that Yuujiâs a little older and your mom can afford a babysitter. No matter how much you might love your sibling, being their effective guardian out of pure necessity had to have taken a toll.
Gojo clears his throat before he speaks. âBuddy. If I married your sister, weâd be brothers. I wouldnât be your dad.âÂ
Yuujiâs eyes light up at the word brother. âBrothers? Me and you?â
âYeah. Bros.â
The kid giggles, all bubbly with cheeks rounding fully and eyes sparkling. Gojo reaches out to ruffle at his hair before Yuuji gets down onto one stubby leg at a time from the chair then bolts towards the kitchen.
âJuice!!â he yells somewhere around the corner out of sight.
Gojo sighs, staring at all the toys he pulled out for Yuuji to play with, all left in a scattered mess across the table. He gets up out of his chair and heads towards the fridge. âYeah, yeah. Iâll get you your juice, you little demon.â
The conclusion he comes to, and it might read like an obvious one, is that kids donât really know the reality of life, hence why adults hide so much from them.Â
This is what he thinks of tonight when he wraps his worn out boxing tape around his hands and his wrist, tightening it with his teeth, and he can smell the sweat and grime from them. The back of the underground gym had an old dated locker room, and as Gojo stretches his neck side to side while sitting on the stiff metal bench, he eyes the peeling red paint of the locker in front of him, blurring vision making it look like spilt blood.Â
His phone pings with a text. He shuffles inside his duffle bag to look for it while his other hand scratches at his bare chest.
1:07am yuujiâs sis (no flirting): hhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii 1:07am yuujiâs sis (no flirting): omgomgomg sor y iâmÂ
He blinks at the screen, confusion flashing across his face. He types one letter, but then he sees three dots and a speech text bubble in the bottom left, so he waits for you.
1:09am yuujiâs sis (no flirting): i drunk :(
The corner of his mouth ticks up slightly.Â
1:09am Gojo Satoru: Yeah I can tell
1:10am yuujiâs sis (no flirting): at a apartyyyy
His eyebrows raise slightly, the thought of you tipsy on some frat party couch flashing through his mind, yet of all things you could be doing at that frat party, youâre texting him? Must be a really boring party.
1:11am yuujiâs sis (no flirting): whyyy are you aawake?
1:12am Gojo Satoru: Couldnât sleep 1:12am Gojo Satoru: Donât you have a midterm in the morning?
1:14am yuujiâs sis (no flirting): wtf hwo do you knwo that
1:15am Gojo Satoru: Your mom keeps your schedule posted on the fridge
1:15am yuujiâs sister (no flirting): im so fucked;â;(((
He snorts. Heâs got a bit more life experience than you, five-ish years to be exact, more than enough time to master the no-hangover hangout, but just before he can offer you some advice, he sees another text from you.Â
1:16am yuujiâs sister (no flirting): can i tell u smethingÂ
His gaze flits up to the ceiling briefly, and he hears commotion outside the thick walls of the locker room. The previous fight was over, and fast. The guy mustâve been knocked out in under twenty seconds tops, which means that Gojo was next up against whatever superbeast just beat him up.Â
1:17am Gojo Satoru: Sure
He stands up, placing his phone down on the bench before he flexes the muscles in his arms a couple times to get the blood flowing into them. And thereâs the noise of another ping. Actually, four.
1:14am yuujiâs sis (no flirting): sonetimes 1:14am yuujiâs sis (no flirting): i thikn of 1:14am yuujiâs sis (no flirting): when u kisse me 1:14am yuujiâs sis (no flirting): *kissed me
His eyes widen slightly, irises dry to the ashy cigarette smoke from outside lingering in the air, and his heart rate picks up a bit. An adrenaline junkie with close to no fear in his veins due to the way his amygdalaâs been fried to a crisp from years of boxing, yet heâs got his breath hitched from the memory of your soft lips against his. It makes the blood rushing through the muscles of his arms rush somewhere down south instead.
Loud banging on the door of the locker room jolts him out of his trance, and heâs stiff around the edges once more.
âSatoru! Youâre up, man,â he hears Danny, the fight coordinator, yell at him from the other side of the heavy & poorly-installed steel door.
Gojo sighs, glancing down at the texts on his phone. To respond, or not to respond. Youâre off your face, clearly chatty from the alcohol, and he knows for certain youâll regret every life decision youâve ever made once you wake up in the morning and see the self sabotaging behaviors youâve engaged in tonight. He knows that responding to you might put you at ease rather than straight up ignoring you, but the feeling will pass, and he has a match to win with no more room left to stall.
He makes his way out the locker room, pushing past the crowded halls of people underneath dim flashing club lighting, some dudes angrily jerking to face him when he pushes past them with a stiff shoulder, only for their eyes to widen when they see just exactly who pushed them.Â
Thereâs strippers in the ring, doing some routine for pre-match, and Gojo narrows his eyes at the man he sees laying back over the rubber boundary rope, head tipped back up to the ceiling with a wicked grin on his face. So that was his opponent? Heâs never seen the guy before. Was he from a different district? Different district talent was tough, you had no background info on them, while theyâve been preparing to be here for weeks. Hence why boxers tend to do better when they visit a different district than they do in their own. There have been rules made to limit these types of fights, mostly over outrage that it was unfair to bid on them, but they were also usually more entertaining to watch. Gojoâs got a sick feeling to his stomach as the strippers clear the ring.
âHey,â Gojo calls out, grabbing Danny by the back of his collar and dragging him towards him and away from the girls stepping down onto the floor, âwhatâs in for this fight?â
Danny glances up at the ceiling. âTarpâs bettinâ tonight, so it canât be anything less than ten grand for you. Iâd say tops fifteen?â
Gojo narrows his eyes further, then glances off into the ring again. The man stands up, and Gojo gets a better look on his face. Heâs got short hair, neon green in color with a dark fade underneath and tattoos all over his face. But those eyes. They were freakishingly red, and it made him uneasy. He knows the type. The type of boxers that do this to genuinely hurt people for thrill. Make no mistake, Gojo understands heâs made himself out to be like that too, gaining some kind of rush out of this profession, but this type of fighter was different. The type to literally continue smashing a dudeâs face into the floor until theyâre a bloody mess even minutes after the winning call, and no referee to stop it because thatâs the kind of action the spectators wanted.
Danny reads his line of sight. âThatâs Gale. Newtonâs new boxing toy. Came outta nowhere about a month ago. Heâs undefeated so far in his district, and Newton specifically wanted to see you up against him tonight,â Danny tells Gojo, resting his elbow up on his bare shoulder. âChances are heâll compete with Tarp for final bid if you win this one. Iâm talking twenty-five grand in the next if you can knock him out in this.â
âUh-huh,â Gojo acknowledges, rolling his shoulder so Dannyâs elbow falls from it. Forget the money, he just wants to make it out of this alive.
He sets his foot up on the square, ducking through the dividing boundary straps and the tacky caution construction tape that the gym thinks creates an exciting ambience. He hears the static of the speakers as the announcers call out Gojoâs name, then this other guy, loud bass club music booming through Gojoâs chest as he tries to take a few deep breaths through the thick air of this low-ceiling arena.Â
The dim overhead lights flickered, casting shadows over the makeshift ring, and the crowd pressed tight around at every perimeter area, yelling and pushing, one even tosses a beer bottle on the square and it shatters, spreading glass all across, a few shards reaching Gojoâs feet and he looks down at them with a shudder. A fight immediately breaks out in the crowd over something related or possibly entirely unrelated, and heâd have no way of knowing as he swipes the shards away with his heel.
The influential men always sat up on higher seating, off towards the back in their own VIP section where they suck in the smoke of fat cigarettes and peer through 100% tinted sunglasses to assess the boxers theyâve bid thousands on. The light reflects off the golden grills of their teeth with every snarl at any passerby that gets too close, like a lion in its den. Thatâs what the sanction was called. Lionâs den.
Gojo sighed, eyeing the twisted grin of this Gale guy across from him. Was that his real name? Usually, foreign district guys get nicknames. Gojoâs always thought the nicknames were tacky, and heâs accumulated some of his own over the years, but to his ears, none of them ever really landed, although The White Fox admittedly was kinda nice. Reminded him of throwback shooting games.Â
He sucked a breath in through his teeth, holding his hands up in front of his chest in weak fists, storing energy in them in the form of pure anticipation alone, and then the bell rang.
His opponent lunged towards him immediately, fists flying in a barrage of reckless strikes, and Gojoâs eyes momentarily widened in the briefest moments of hesitation he had been allowed before ducking and dodging every one of this guy's shots, then jumping a step back to create distance.
Fuck. He was fast. Not just boxer fast, athlete fast. There was a difference. And it wasnât a good one to be up against.
Gojo picked up light on his feet. He couldnât win this one fast, that much was certain. One single careless or reckless move, and heâll get tackled. He knows that by the malicious look he sees on that guyâs face, grin wide like heâs some cannibalistic beast.Â
Stepping back towards the center, Gojo purposefully set himself up for Gale to swipe a vicious hook towards his head, before Gojo last minute ducked down, crouched to the floor, and swung his leg out to knock the guy off balance by his ankles, and he falls onto his back with a loud thud!
Thereâs a moment of momentary silence from the crowd, right before Gojo put the man in a torso-lock, twisting him in a way a human body should absolutely not be twisted, hearing the grunts of pain and the crack of spine even through the shouts of the crowd.
He can hear it. Kill him! Knock his fucking teeth out! Snap his neck like a goose, man! FIN-ISH HIM! FIN-ISH HIM! FIN-ISH HIM!
He feels like throwing up.Â
Gojo looks up at the referee, who wasnât really a referee, just there to run the clock when there was action and only barely stop it before near death. âThis is enough, right?â he asks.
The referee nods. â1-0, next round.â
Gojo lets go of his opponent, leaving him there to heave for a moment before he gets up onto his feet again. Just needs one more, and heâs a winner. Ten grand in his pocket, and he wonât have to come back here for a couple weeks.
Gale gets up, swiping at the spit that had trickled out the corner of his mouth down to his chin, and he had an enraged look on his face. The second the bell rang for the second round, he exploded forward towards Gojo with even more fervor than before, gritted expression with a thirst for violence fueling the storm of punches he was throwing towards Gojo but he tried to remain calm, light on his feet, swiftly duck and avoid before he can find another opportunity to clear a sharp, clean jab right to the ribsâ
sometimes, i think of when you kissed me
Gojo misses his strike, leaving his guard wide open, and Gale takes the opportunity to land a solid punch straight to his jaw, sending his mouth guard flying straight out of his mouth into the air, and knocking him backwards onto the ground with a thud and then he finds himself staring up at the rusting metal ceiling and a ringing in his ears that almost matches the roar of the crowd.
His head is in a haze, dizzy like where one second could feel like a millennia. He feels a soreness underneath his chin, a pain that radiates to his mouth, and he briefly swipes his tongue over his front teeth to make sure he still has all of them.Â
What the fuck was that? That intrusive thought. Thereâs no intrusive thoughts allowed in life or death situations, not when he was always just one smash to the head away from a permanent concussion. But, fuck, he canât help it. Canât help thinking of you. Even when his vision has gone blurry and he should really be weary about what happens next in this ring, his mindâs just thinking about you, at some frat party, tipping back shots of tequila and waiting for a text-back in response to your tipsy ones. Were you even waiting up on him? Have you already passed out on the couch, or were your friends dragging you back to your dorm? Or are you fucking some other dude right now? Has he got his hand up your top, squeezing at you, sleazily feeling you up before spilling beer all down your shirt, and are you kissing him back with the same enthusiasm, your phone now somewhere long slipped between the cushions of the couch and out of sight?
Even though itâs still sore, he tenses his jaw. Grinds his teeth, even. Tasting blood somewhere along the line of his gums, he realizes his lip is split. He licks at it, the flavor of copper more rich on his tongue, and he clenches his fists tightly. Whyâs he thinking of that right now? It just pisses him off, the thought of you with some other dude. Maybe thatâs what he needs to win this fight. Spite. Although heâs not sure why the guy across from him at the ring has to pay for it.
He lifts his head up off the ground, and while it felt like years he had been down, a glance at the timer tells him itâs only been a solid four seconds. A solid four seconds that his opponent had to fully charge a lunge towards him with the look of death in his face, raising his elbow up into the air in time with his leap, ready to come straight down, and Gojoâs eyes widen at the sight above him from where heâs still lying on the wood.
âShitââ he cusses, rolling his body over to the side so that the dude falls straight down onto the floor rather than elbow Gojo in the fucking ribs, and then he gets back up on his feet.Â
Stakes were high, he has to end this, he has to end this now, and he flexes the muscle in his right bicep, channeling everything he has into this one blow, and before Gale even really has a chance to turn around and face him again, Gojoâs already three-fourths set up a knockout undercut that he drives straight up the guyâs chin, with so much force it has him lifting up off the floor, a vertebrate stretch to his spine before heâs sent flying backwards and slammed against the tight rubber lining of the ring to where he was half hanging over it.
The room fell silent for a split second, then erupted in a roar as the referee fell to one knee beside Gale, checking him for any semblance of consciousness, and when he found none, he waves the match off.Â
Gojoâs eyes flit up towards the lionâs den, the only opinions that he really needed to care about were sitting in those mahogany chairs with glasses of scotch swirling around in their hands, and he sees some of them looking straight at Gojo before leaning towards one another and discretely talking about something he canât make out because he doesnât know how to read lips.
He feels someone tug at his arms from behind, pulling him to crouch down and he balances back on the balls of his feet. He glances down through the ring at the floor. Danny was leaning against the wooden surface of it. âDude. Go.â He jerks his head towards Gale, who still laid there sprawled across the now stretched out rubber perimeter bands. âGo fuck him up. Knock a few more teeth out, I donât know, get some more blood out of him.â
âWhat?â Gojo huffs, yanking his arm away from Dannyâs grip. âThe fuck are you saying?â
âI told you, man, Newtonâs here and heâs got his eye on you. Go give him a show,â Danny says, âdo it.â And when he sees clear frustration on Gojoâs face he sighs. âTwenty-five grand, consider that, will you?â
Gojo sneers at the man, an awful taste in his mouth as he spits blood towards Dannyâs feet. âGo fuck yourself on his cock if he wants a show that bad.â And then he ducks underneath the bands and hops back down onto the floor, pushing past people who were trying to grab at him and pull at him and lift him up and even throw him down until he made it through flashing hallways and back to the locker room.
He shuts the door behind him, sliding the bolt lock into the frame so no one can follow him inside, and then he leans his weight back against the chilling steel before tipping his head back until it hits the surface too.
He lets out of a few deep breaths, then stares down at the sting he finds over his knuckles. Red and blistering from the last punch he delivered, and heâs almost certain he broke a bone in his hand. Fuck. It was bleeding across the cuts, too. He had to figure out a way to get it all healed by tomorrow, as if that was humanly possible, just because he doesnât want Yuuji questioning him about it.
Yuuji. For fucks sake, when has he ever thought about the kid this much? When has he ever thought about much of anything when heâs out here or in the ring? Heâs a babysitter by day. Heâs a âpartâ of your family when the sun is up and normal functioning society is breathing their lives into the clean air. Thatâs it. Heâs no five-year-oldâs caretaker in front of all these primetime drug lords, and he certainly shouldnât be thinking of you when facing big, burly men heâs aiming to rough up, all within the dead hours of night. So then how come these thoughts are on his mind at all times, twenty-four-seven, around the clock?
He heads further into the locker room, glancing down at the bench where heâd left his phone, then picks it up, neck craned all the way down to glance at the screen as he holds his phone by his hip because he doesnât have any energy to pick it up any further towards his eyesight.Â
He sees your messages. You never sent any follow-up ones, just your horrendously typed out sonetimes, i thikn of when u kisse me *kissed me across the span of four texts, and Gojo runs a tired hand down his face.
He tips his head back to groan at the ceiling, guttural with no basis other than a release of all the pent up frustration of every sort, then he types in a couple messages to you,
3:23am Gojo Satoru: Thatâs nice 3:24am Gojo Satoru: I think about fucking you all the timeÂ
âand then tosses his phone into his duffel bag to call it a night.
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Youâre awoken to your alarm blaring heavily, and you whack your arm across your nightstand table beside your tiny twin-size bed to hit the snooze button, then rub your eye with a loose fist while smacking at the residual taste of alcohol you have on your tongue.Â
âMmâŠâ you mumble to yourself. And then the thirst hits you. The overwhelming, intense, unquenchable thirst that leaves your mouth feeling like the Sahara desert before you grab your twice-dented Hydroflask from the nightstand, twist the cap off and chug about twenty ounces of water in one breath.Â
You let out a deep exhale and fall back into bed, your hand resting on top of your water-filled tummy, and you stare up at the ceiling of your dorm.Â
Last night was horrible. You knew you shouldnât have gone to that frat party, especially given you have an exam inâyou checked the time on your phoneâabout an hour, and an hour was not enough time to recover from the raging hangover headache thatâs pounding through your head. But your roommates insisted you went, and so go you did. You never knew what to expect, always torn between shaving your pussy before you go or throwing on a stained pair of sweatpants to keep the guys away instead. Sometimes, it was a combination of both. But last night, you ended up drinking more than you usually do, and that always led to poor, poor, poor decisions, in which all the sense of pride you had in yourself was washed down with the puke that you hurled into the upstairs toilet.Â
You grab at your phone again, briefly seeing that your friends had sent you some photos from the night. You immediately swiped off to the side to dismiss the notifications, because as far as you were concerned, you never wanted to see those photos in your life.
And then, in the briefest of moments, you saw a familiar name in your notifications that made you heart skip a beat.
Gojo Satoru (yuujiâs babysitter)
With an immediate gasp, you pulled your phone to your chest and held it there, blinking up at the pale yellow ceiling, your heart picking up in rhythm.
Oh fuck.
That was right.
You drunk texted him last night.
You drunk texted your little brotherâs hot babysitter.
Fuck.
Mortified was an understatement, possibly because you donât even remember what you said, and so you donât even want to see what he replied with.
You groan, rubbing both your hands across your face then kick your sheets back with your feet like a child having a temper tantrum because you were so embarrassed you had even texted him at all last night. I mean, he was hot. A little older than you, really gorgeous eyes, tall, and, yeah, you gave him shit for the Instagram muscles thing, but thatâs only because you thought heâd find it cheeky that you were trying to humble him despite the fact that heâs more toned and ruggedly sculpted than any other man youâve ever met. You didnât want to have a flustered schoolgirl attitude because it would just seep through to his ego.
In any case, he was hot, there was no denying it, so can you really blame yourself? But still. There was collateral with this. You had to see him every other weekend. He knows your family, even your extended since they invited him to Thanksgiving dinner a couple weeks ago. A high-risque drunk text recipient if he ever was one (of course he has been, look at that face). Why couldnât you have just drunk texted ECON160 guy from last semester who Clit DJâd you underneath your desk at the back of the lecture hall instead?
The thing that made you nervous about Gojo Satoru was that he was just soâŠconfident? Like, in that I was raised to be this way confident and not that I fought inner demons my whole life to barely end up this way confident, yâknow? Never had to fake it âtil he made it, he just was. At least that was the kind of energy you got from him, and unfortunately for you, it was nerve wracking but enticing all at the same time.
You sigh. âStupid. Stupid. Stuuuuuupiiiiidddddddddddd. You. Are. So. Stuuuuuupiiiiddddddd,â you sigh, running your hands through your hair to grip at the strands.
You pull your phone away from your chest, and finally brave yourself to read the texts from your notifications screen, but not without blurring your vision a little to further stall. And then you finally refocus it to read them. The first one you see has you gaspingâ
3:24am Gojo Satoru (yuujiâs babysitter): I think about fucking you all the timeÂ
It has heat spreading across your cheeks, and you blink at your screen, then quickly swipe up to read the previous messages with rushed glides of your index finger on the screen to see that he had sent it to you in response to your barely coherent texts about how you still so often think about that time he randomly pressed you up against the door of your bedroom to kiss you that night you first met him.
I think about fucking you all the time
At 3 in the morning? He decided to send that text at 3 in the fucking morning? That was the devilâs hour. Whatâs he trying to tell you?Â
Oh come on, youâre not stupid. And you know he isnât either. The sexual tension was palpable, it was there since the day you two met and you almost stabbed him, and also everytime you were visiting the house, and his shoulder brushes against yours when heâs trying to get past you in the kitchen, or when youâve got Yuuji in your arms and the kid is clinging to Gojoâs sleeve because he wants him near him at all times. Thereâs even sexual tension over the phone, in those stupid texts he sends you all the time about meaningless child care stuff, and honestly, those little updates made your day.
But⊠you donât know much about him, and your mom would kill you if she ever found out you wanted him. And sheâd probably pulverize him if she found out he ever made a move on you. Cremated without leaving a trace behind would be an understatement. She thinks heâs no good and she thinks youâre too good. You know sheâs warned him before to not get close to you, as if she was pre-emptively expecting him to try to get in your pants like it was some canon force of the universe, hence why heâs probably so fucking awkward around you whenever sheâs there too. Like if he accidentally got caught staring at your ankles, your mom would light him on fire, so heâd rather not risk it by just avoiding looking at you at all.
Your mom has always been protective of you. Your father was a deadbeat, one she thought she loved, only to watch him leave. And she had to raise a baby all by herself. He re-entered your lives right before you graduated high school, knocked up your mom again with Yuuji, and guess what? Left again without a trace. To be doubly humiliated by a man is a fate you wouldnât wish on any woman, but thatâs exactly what your mom went through. It was a wake-up call for her, though. No more living paycheck to paycheck like you had been your whole lives up until Yuuji was born. The kid doesnât even know how lucky he is with everything he has right now. Your mom worked her way up the corporate ladder and made something of herself and now you guys were comfortable, so it was safe to say she had some sort of right to look after her daughter, of whom she simply doesnât want to follow in the same naive footsteps of her youth.
You get it. She wants to break the generational cycle. But it made being with men tough on all fronts, let alone dating. You could never bring a guy home because heâd never be enough, even if he cured cancer or could make you orgasm while doing a sixty-nine handstand. And while her overbearing paranoia over what you do or where you are or who youâre with has since dimmed slightly since you officially moved out to finish your last year of higher education at NYU, you can still feel her disappointment from a hundred miles away when youâre making out with some random frat guy on his beer-stained couch at eleven AM on a Tuesday.
But you got to college. Youâve already made it this far. Youâre on deanâs list. You graduated high school as salutatorian. Youâre the most highly decorated cello player in the state. You won Miss County pageant when you were sixteen for your philanthropic efforts towards feline leukemia. You did online community college for three years so you could stick back after high school and help your mom raise Yuuji, which meant that you had to forfeit your scholarship to Cornell. Youâve spent your whole life being good, you just wanna be bad for a little bit.
And if bad meant fucking the hot and mysterious babysitter, then so be it.Â
You pick your phone up, begin blasting what the hell by Avril Lavigne on your dorm room bluetooth speaker, then type a message to him that saysâ
10:34am you: do it then
âthen shove your phone under the sheets and belt out the lyrics aaaall my life iâve been good, but now, ahhhh iâm thinkinâ what the hell!!! while kicking your feet and clutching your pillow.
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Gojo has no clue what divine entity has overcast their gratuitous spirit over him on this blessed Monday afternoon, but heâll thank them for it later once his balls are empty.Â
Heâs got you on your back, sprawled across the couch in the living room, the first fuck being a rushed one that you offered him with before he has to go pick Yuuji up from circle time at preschool, which wasnât ideal, but heâs delirious at the sight of you underneath him right now. Your little NYU shirt, a tighter one this time, bunched up over your bare breasts, otherwise entirely naked other than the flimsy panties dangling at your ankle, and the view of the tip of his cock looking hot and heavy against the velvet of your cunt, slowly pushing in, feeling the warmth of your walls squeeze around him paired with the sweet moan that leaves your lips, makes him fall forward with a bracing hand dug into the cushion by the side of your head because the sensation feels so fucking good he can hardly keep himself upright.
âFuck, youâre so tight,â he grunts, pushing himself in further to try and bottom out but heâs still got a couple inches he needs you to take, and so you curl your hips upwards towards the cieling to make more room for him, practically putting yourself into a mating press and soon enough heâs balls deep, âyou on any birth control?â
âUh-huh,â you moan, eyes closed and head tipped back with one hand squeezing your own tit.
âI can cum inside then, yeah?â he asks you, pushing your knees to your chest, slowly drawing his hips back and you squirm underneath him.
âLetâs get there first, and then weâll discuss,â you breathe out.
âIâve been there for the past ten minutes, baby. I could cum at any second with the way you look and feel,â he informs you flatly, because it was just the truth and you had to know it, then he feels himself twitch inside, slowly working up to a languid rhythm, almost fearfully like your momâs going to pop out somewhere around the corner with a camera crew ready like one of those retro TV shows just to humiliate him on national television for not keeping it in his pants like sheâd told him to.Â
âHarder,â he hears you whisper, and he rolls his eyes shut to just focus on the feeling. The feeling of your nails grazing down the skin of his chest and his abs, tracing the scars heâs collected over the years, and he feels you tightening around him. He leans down to kiss you, fucking you properly now with the squeak of the couch springs echoing across the room, your hums of moans seeping through his lips until heâs fully taking them on with an open-mouthed kiss of sloppy tongue.Â
The fact that it was wrong felt right to him, and he realizes in this moment heâs lost all sense of control. He wasnât just an adrenaline junkie that liked to rough up dudes, he was an adrenaline junkie that wanted to fuck you against all better judgement or moral compass. The way your tits were bouncing, the slap of skin on skin, his balls slapping against your ass while you wrap your legs around him tighter, all convincing him that any consequence made it worth it.
âGood,â he groans the praise, pinning your hands above your head as he rams his hips against yours, your cute moans and squeals sounding like literal music to his ears and he feels heat spread all the way up his neck, âgoooood, keep squeezinâ me like that, fuck.â He slows down momentarily, just to take a moment and watch, really look and see the way his length disappears inside of your pretty self with every push forward, and then he works back up to a relentless pace that has you tipping your head back with a slack jaw and eyes closed tightly shut, sprained expression of pleasure spread across.
âOh, oh my god, Satoruââ you mewled and he felt dizzy from the sound of his name from your softly parted lips.
âFuck, Iâm gonnaââ His hand finds itâs way between your legs, calloused pads of his fingers brushing against your clit and you jolt underneath him, gasping as your hand shoots out to dig your nails into his bicep for purchase. âIâm gonna cum, better tell me where you want it.â
âIn me,â you moan, ânowhere else.â
He presses his mouth against your cheek in a lazy smile, âAtta girl,â he drawls before pushing your ankles down as far as theyâd go near your ears, folding you in half and then reigns all hell into your cunt. He should really care a bit more about your pleasure, but testing your flexibility like this with both his hands holding you down was doing sinful things to his brain, and besides, you had yourself covered with the messy circles you were rubbing over your clit. It was hot to see that too, your nimble pretty fingers so close to the place where he was pounding into you.Â
âOh shit, shit, shitââ he grunts when starts to see blistering white in his vision, balls straining with a pleasure that was almost painful. The moment he finishes feels like hot flashes in his brain, a heat like the cum he begins to paint inside your walls in time with your release, thrusting over and over and over, each one more staggered as he lets off a long, drawn out groan that comes from deep within his chest with the feeling of you milking him dry and the sound of you enjoying every second of it. He canât remember the last time he came this much or this hard and even after coming down from the high, he feels the remnant pulse of your orgasm around his now half-flaccid dick.
He leisurely pulls out, hearing you let out a soft whimper as he marvels at the sight of his cum slowly dripping out of you and down towards the couch, before he scoops it up with a couple fingers and pushes it back inside. You grip his wrist tightly, but you werenât stopping it, that motion of him plunging it all back into you.
âWant a taste?â he asks, casually.
âMhm,â you nod, face looking flush.
He pulls his fingers out of you, coated with sex, then plugs your pussy with the fingers of his other hand because he kinda likes the idea of you walking around all day with him inside of you, so he doesnât want it getting out. Heâs then pushing his other fingers past your lips, pleased to find heâs met with not even so much as a grazing of teeth, and he grins, âbet you take a dick in your mouth as good as you take it down here.â
Your furrow your brows at him, the pout of your lips seen in the way they were puckered to lick his fingers off clean, and when you release the suction with a smack of your tongue and his fingers were wet from your saliva now, his eyes narrow with desire. You push his face away with the heel of your palm to his forehead. âFlattery wonât make me suck your dick.â
âAlright. So? How is it?â he jerks his chin towards your face, pushing against your hand with his forehead until heâs hovering over you again, âtaste good?â
âItâs cum, Satoru.â
He shrugs. âBad?â
âNo,â you say, and you canât make eye contact, âgood.â You sigh. âHot. I donât know. Salty, sweet. Iâm the sweet. Youâre the salty. And this conversation is obscene.â
He kisses you, capturing your lips softly, tongue darting out to taste whatâs on yours. âI like it that way. Dirty. Nasty. Obscene, whatever.â
Thereâs the slam of a car door heard from the driveway, and the two of you instantly make eye contact with round eyes.
âSaââ you stutter, âSatoru.â
He gets up off the couch in a panic, and heads to the window of the living room fully butt-ass naked, then peers through the blinds to seeâ
Your mom was making it up towards the front door, rustling with her keys in her purse. And the last thing he sees before he turns around to face you is her pushing the keys through the lock.
âShit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,â he cusses, finding his boxers off of the floor, hopping on one foot with his cum & slick coated dick flapping around and slapping against his thighs unceremoniously as he tries to get one leg in through them and then the other. Youâre trembling as you hook your panties back into place, pull your shirt back down your torso, and even in his extremely panicked state, heâs still sad he canât freely stare at your tits anymore. Youâre rummaging for your skirt in a haste, looking everywhere for it, and he finds it underneath the coffee table before tossing it to you and then he side-to-side hops towards the coat closet while he pulls his sweatpants up over his ass, in time for you to quickly run and shut the door of the closet closed just before the front door of the house swings open.
The inside of the coat closet is dark, barely enough space in there for a six-foot-four two-hundred-and-twenty pound man, but itâs better than being balls deep inside his bossâs daughter on the couch when said boss just came home from work.
He hears conversation on the other side of the door, albeit muffled, and he presses his ear to it to hear better while he tucks his dick into his boxers from where it was hanging over the waistline.
âMom! YouâŠyouâre home so early,â he hears you squeak out.
âYes,â your mom says, âThe rest of my meetings today are online, so I figured Iâd come home when thereâs less traffic.â
Gojo feels you lean against the coat closet door.
âI see, I see, how was your day at work?â you ask with a tremble in your voice.
âFine.â And then nothing. The silence could mean that was all she had to say, since your mom wasnât really a woman of many words, or it could be a silence that means sheâs suspicious about something. âDarling, why is your skirt flipped up and tucked into your panties? Your whole butt is showing.â
Through the wood of the door, he hears you softly gasp. âOh, um, I just went to pee. MustâveââŠmustâve got caught when I pulled it back up.âÂ
âI see,â your mother says, and Gojo can hear her dropping her heels down near the shoe rack at the entrance. âYou know, I really donât like those short skirts you wear often. Maybe itâs just your generation, but I think it looks tacky and cheap.â
âMom,â you say, in as stern of a voice as you can manage without sounding embarrassed.
Your mother sighs. âIn any case, where is Satoru? I still would like him to go pick up Yuuji. I donât have the patience to sit in preschool & daycare traffic right now.â
âOh gosh, I donât know,â you chirp, and then he hears you let out a small oh no before you lean even more weight against the door, this time somewhere lower, and he realizes youâre pressing your ass against it. His eyes narrow with a small frown, and then he realizesâ his cum must still be trickling down your thighs. You couldnât put your panties on fast enough.Â
Shit. Thatâs hot. A little fucked up, but hot. He feels his dick harden against the fabric of his boxers, and he rests his forehead against the door, fringe stuck to his forehead with sweat as he slips his hands down his sweatpants and then gives his cock a firm squeeze. The thought of you discretely swiping his cum up your inner thigh and smearing it against your thin panties so your mom doesnât catch sight of it dripping down your legs has him slowly working up to a rock-solid erection, and he almost lets out a broken grunt from the feeling.
âWhat?â your mother says, âwhat do you mean you donât know?â
âIâve just been watching TV this whole time,â you say, âlast time I saw himâŠhe wasâŠum, in the backyard pulling weeds?â
He lets out a small scoff through his nose at your cover-up. Cute. And not bad.Â
Your mother sighs loudly, and he glances down at the strained veins on his dick as he tugs it through his hand, the tip rearing and appearing flushed and dripping with precum. God, you were just on the other side of this door. Less than a few inches away, and heâd be inside of you.Â
âIâm going to take a shower. Go find him and tell him to pick up Yuuji soon. But before then, change into something less revealing,â your mother says in a more or less detached tone, and he can hear the stomps of her footsteps up the stairs from above him in the coat closet.
The two of you wait at least a solid minute, and just when the coast is clear, he hears you turn the knob of the coat closet and slowly crack it open.
âOkay, I think sheâs in the shower, I hear the water running,â you whisper at him, âyou can go nowââ You glance down towards his groin, your jaw dropping. âWhatââŠSatoru, why the fuck is your dick staring at me right now?!â you whisper-hiss at him.
He pulls you into the coat closet, pushing your front against the door to where it clicks shut, and you gasp when his hands pin your wrists crossed behind your back and his dick presses into the plush of your ass.
âYou talkinâ to your mom while your pussyâs stuffed full of my cum was the single hottest thing thatâs ever grazed my lizard brain,â he tells you, flipping your skirt up and hooking your panties to the side, his index finger briefly brushing against your entrance to find it still leaking from the way your walls were pulsating from his words. And then he aligns his tip to your entrance. âNow keep quiet while I do this, âkay?â
âOhââ you gasp, your cheek pressed against the door as you arch your back and push your ass out for him, âokayââ you say, barely vocalizing the first syllable before heâs already stuffing himself inside of you with one solid glide of a push, making you yelp loudly and he has to instantly cup a hand over your mouth.
âShhhhhh,â he hisses at you, immediately starting to pound you from behind, âtold you toâ fuuuck,â he catches sight of his length covered with a mix of your glassy arousal and his white cum, now starting to cream at the base of his cock, âjesus christââ he breathes out, squeezing the flesh of your ass harshly with his other hand and you let out another yelp, âI told you to fuckinâ keep quiet.â
âIâmâmff,â you muffle against his palm, âIâm trying but,â your hips move back in time with his, âfeels good, feels too good,â you mewl, and his hand desperately yanks up the fabric of your shirt so he can squeeze at your breast.
âYeah?â he grunts, hypocritical for telling you to keep it down when he was slamming his hips against your ass with so much fervor he wouldnât be surprised if the sound was reverberating across the entire house, âyou like it when I fuck you while your momâs all clueless just up the stairs?â His rhythm falters, feeling his release building, and his hand reaches in front of you to rub your clit, making you drop your head against the door with tightly closed eyes. âGetsâ youâwet, doesnât it?â he torments you, his lips near your ear as he slams his hips against you harshly with every enunciated syllable.Â
âMhm, mhm,â you easily agree, or maybe thatâs because itâs all you can really articulate, and he angles his hips up so his balls slap more fervently against your clit, making you scream into his palm while he picks up the pace of the circles he draws on your clit and in one, two, threeâ beats of his pounding heart, he feels you come undone around his cock, gushing wetness leaking out of you, he can feel the mess of fluids splattering on the skin of his thighs due to each of his heaving thrusts as he cusses out a fuuuuuuckkk before spilling his cum inside of you, a short-lived and thicker release this time that has you mewling from overstimulation, and in a few following thrusts, heâs given you everything he had to give.
His eyes open, he wasnât even aware he had shut them in the first place, and he glances down at where the two of you were joined. Rings of arousal coat the length of his half-pulled-out dick, and the second he retreats all of it, a bulging push of his cum seeps out of you, dripping and pooling all over the hardwood floors.
âHoly shit, I wish I could take a picture of this,â he says, taking a step away to commit the sight to memory, your legs trembling and still slightly spread, ass pushed out and when you wiggle it a little, he lets out a huff of an exhale because he just canât believe how sexy you are. Are all college girls like this? Heâs never been to college, his old manâs been trying to get him to go for years, but maybe this is what finally convinces him.
âNo pics,â you breathe out once you catch your breath, standing up straight slowly, âthatâs my one sex rule.â
He takes a step closer to you, flipping your skirt back over your ass while you shimmy your shirt down to cover your chest. âThatâs the only rule you have? Anything else goes?â he asks.
You spin around to face him, his eyes briefly flitting down to the still exposed skin of your midriff. âI have a feeling Iâd be making up more specific rules if it was with you.â
He smiles, his hands grabbing your hips before pressing you up against the door again. âI also had a rule. It was to not fuck you. Wait, no, to not flirt with you. Which, technically, I didnât do.â
You blink your eyes at him. âYouâre kidding, right?â
âWhat?â he asks, genuinely confused, âI didnât.â
âHuhââ you scoff, âhow do you think we got into this situation in the first place?? You didnât just say wanna fuck? You were insufferably flirty with me.â
âNahhh nah nah nah nah, baby, thatâs not flirting,â he tells you, thumb running circles over your hips, âthatâs, likeââŠI donât even fuckinâ know how it worked on you to be honest, I was just being stupid.â
âOh okay so Iâm stupid.â
âI never said you were stupid?â
âWell you said you were being stupid so me falling for it must mean Iâm stupid.â
âPshhh. Youâre cute. Pulling weeds, by the way? Adorable.â
Your hand slowly roams up the front of his shirt, the fabric bunching at your wrists until you uncovered up to his collar bone, and you stare at his skin. He tries to not let the way his heartâs beating faster show through the heave of his chest.Â
âWhy do you have all these scars, anyway?â you whisper to him.  Â
âToo many girls tryna stab me,â he tells you.
You roll your eyes. âSeriously.â Your thumb traces the one you had left on him.Â
âIââ He stops himself.
Does he tell you? Should he tell you? What, just because heâs seen you naked and you took his dick like a queen heâs supposed to open up to you about these things now? He doesnât know. Maybe he could? Maybe you already suspect what he does at night. And if not, at the very least, Iâm an underground boxer might make you think heâs hot? At the very worst, youâll report him to the cops and heâd get fired as your little brotherâs babysitter then thrown into jail, but not before the busted cartel gets him first.
âMaybe Iâll tell you some other time,â he says, his hand wrapping around your wrist and pulling it from his chest, âno hyper personal details until youâve had my dick in your mouth at least once or twice. Thatâs my one rule.â
You snort. âI couldâve guessed that rule from a mile away.â
He hums. And then thereâs the sound of steps creaking down the stairs above the two of you.
You both make eye contact, eyes widening, internally yelling at each other: how the fuck did we get into this situation twice?!
This time, Gojo opens the door and stumbles out of the closet, leaving you inside of it, just in time for your mom to come down the stairs.
âSatoru. I was looking for you,â she says as she rounds the post. âHave you picked up Yuuji? He has to go for his swimming lessons soon.â
âAh, nope, was just about to head out,â he says, letting out a cough to diffuse tension, âsorry, I wasââ he points his thumb over his shoulder to behind him, ââŠpulling out some gnarly weeds.â
She narrows her eyes at him. âI see. Well, thanks. If you want, I can add a gardening stipend to your paycheck. Let me know.â And heâs not sure how to respond because heâs not sure if sheâs joking.Â
He heads out the door, the keys to your momâs minivan in his palm as he throws them up into the air and catches them a couple times. And just before he gets inside the car, he turns on his heel to face the house and pulls his phone out of his pocket to type in a message for you.
3:22pm Gojo Satoru: Send over those me-specific sex rules soon
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[the end]
a/n. hope u enjoyed im shitting bricks posting this bc i haven't posted a oneshot smut since february but thanks so much for reading i appreciate u!! i got way too invested in the whole underground boxer thing đđ but the fact i managed to keep everything under 12k is an accomplishment to me bc if u read my other fics you know iâm a yapper LOL i have another kind of a similarly written smut oneshot n itâs a lil angsty (totally different au tho) iâll probs post that one next but yea i really like, hmm, i really like exploring entire characters within a short amount of time i enjoy writing the obscure lore drops xd itâs been kinda fun so far anywho much loveee hope to see u around! <3
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whether heâs in the middle of a heated argument or being pissed at something out of his control, nanami wonât ever yell. he doesnât see any point in it and he doesnât enjoy the sound of his voice raising, so why would he.
arguments with you always end in a calm conversation even if initially you do yell, unable to keep it in yourself, and itâs okay because itâs a clear indication for nanami to stop whatever the hell was going on and show you that he was really trying to understand you, but was having a hard time.
and the only time kento is seen yelling is when you put yourself in danger.
itâs like he canât control himself; the fear in him controls him, stepping on every single thing thatâs sensitive and fragile, and kentoâs mouth opens before he can think about his words properly. his trembling arms grip your shoulders and his usually impassive gaze is wide open in unfiltered terror as if he is trying to make you feel whatever he is feeling.
and the way you stare back at him; with your mouth slightly agape and a vaguely distant, almost foggy look in your eyes as you wheeze with every breath you take.
and he continues drilling you about how stupid your decision was, how you even dared to do something like that when heâs right there, how could you be so reckless â in the middle of an abandoned warehouse with slowly dissolving curse plasma and the faint sound of street ambiance being disrupted by his harsh voice.
he closes his mouth shut only when your weak voice joins his, a small, broken chirp as you start shaking in his hands, ââm sorry, kentoââ
the rage in him dissipates and he lets go of you, the thought of his fingers leaving bruises on you making him step away in fear of hurting even more. he rubs his face roughly as he looks around with newfound wariness, noting his glasses and weapon laying on the concrete surface just like they were when he threw them away in order to get to you.
nanami turns back just in time with your knees giving out; able to catch you and hoist you up against his sturdy body as his worried gaze roams over your features, brain trying to muster up something good enough to calm down your disturbed mind.
your tearful eyes meet his and nanami lets out a shaky exhale as he blinks away the unwanted memories of people heâs let go of in the past decade.
âi apologise for my outburst, i justââ he swallows through the dryness in his mouth, hugging you closer to himself. âi canât see you die. i wouldnât be able to take it.â
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ââ â ah-ah, barbie, you're so fine! â
special treatment : thighs edition
âŸââ§âș...ft. : kamo choso + itadori yuuji + higuruma hiromi + ryomen sukuna
âŸââ§âș...cw : pussy eating, facesitting, somnophilia, dirty talk, fingerfucking, overstimulation, praise kink, degradation, desperation, oral fixation, squirting, creampie, choso being whiny, yuuji being a little shit, yuuji is 21yrs & a college student, hiromi being pussydrunk, sukuna being whipped
⧠k. choso : poor choso, ever since the first time he's gotten a taste of what's between your thighs, he's begging you every day just to eat your cunt. but today? today must be a bad day, because choso is desperate. his already between your thighs, whimpering and whining as he mouths at you through your underwear, tears in his eyes as he begs you to give him a little taste. once you do, his eyes are rolling back just from the first lick.
"you taste so good, fuck, so good, thank you, thank you, mmph, so delicious, i can't get enough." "can you cum again? i know it's been 4 times already, but please? please, please, pleaase, pretty thing, i need itttt..." "oh my goddd, you're cumming? yes, yes, cum on my tongue, pretty please, i'll fuck you so good after, just keep cumming, don't hold back." "stop-stop running away, i know your pretty pussy is all sensitive b-but i just, i can't stop...but you know you can say the safeword and i'll stop, right? ...what? you-you like being overstimulated...? fuck, fuck, okay, let me make you squirt on my tongue then i'll fuck you good, okay?"
⧠i. yuuji : yuuji's always been a smug little shit whenever it came to teasing you. what starts off with him tickling you and blowing raspberries into your stomach turns nto hot kisses against your stomach that let down to the waistband of your underwear as he pushes your shirt up higher on your body. he can't help but grin up at you when he notices the wet spot on your panties from his little kisses.
"d'awww, bunny, y'so cute! look at how wet you are. is that 'cus of me? ehehe, i know, i know, teasing is mean, but i can't help it...you're just so adorable." "y'know i can practically feel your heartbeat whenever i kiss it? mhm, i can feel that, pretty girl. don't cover your face, baby, you're so cute!" "your thighs are so soft. i could stay between here forever, fuck goin' to classes or missions, i'd rather just eat you out until you pass out." "open up these legs a little more, let me get my fingers in there...thereeee we go, such a pretty lil' bun, aren't you?" "you're so messy! did i do this to you? yeah? aww, my pretty girl likes meee! i felt how you squeezed on my fingers! so cute!
⧠h. hiromi : ever since you made a comment about his nose, saying 'doja is right about big noses' in passing to him, hiromi has been curious. curious enough to the point where he looks it up, seeing the video of said woman. so, you wanted to sit on his face and grind on his nose, hm? you've never sat on his face before but he was sure to change that.
"i don't care if you think i'll die, i want you to sit on my face. i'm giving you the chance to either have control of your pace or let me do what i want with you. so, what's your decision?" "see? it's not that bad, angel, you forget your husband isn't some weakling...now c'mon on, get yourself right over my mouth, let me taste you." "god, you're so beautiful like this. i need you on my face more often, you're dripping all over my mouth...such a good girl for me." "heh...i knew you said my nose was perfect for sitting on but i didn't realize it would get you this riled up. go ahead, sweet thing, you can keep grinding that clit on it...just like that, just let me make you feel good." "good lord, i never wanna leave between your thighs. so fucking sweet, shit, angel, you've got me wrapped around that pretty finger. c'mon, let me devour you all night, i'll let you get up when i'm done."
⧠r. sukuna : getting sukuna to lay on his back without him instantly taking control of the situation was easier than you thought. hell, even crawling up higher so that you were hovering over his face was too. but little did you know, sukuna was intrigued, liking the side of you where you would just take control of him, knowing that only you had the right to do that...especially if it meant he got to eat you until you soaked his face.
"you know i should kill you for thinking you can just sit on my face like i'm some kind of personal chair. i am the king of curses, not a piece of furniture...what? ...hm. i guess you do look...good over me like this." "...huh? sorry, i wasn't listening. when are you going to sit on my face? you keep blabbering, but i can see the way that sticky cunt is dripping for me. are you gonna just let it go to waste?" "oh. shit. you've been holdin' out on me, haven't you, diamond? shit, i can see all of you from down here...nah, keep grinding on my face, little one, use me for your pleasure...let me see you cum on my mouth." "such a fucking slut. my mouth is coated in your cum, but you still wanna keep going? my tongue that good for you?" "no, no, i'm not letting you back down until you beg, diamond. tell me how badly you want me to fuck your pussy with my tongue...hm. good enough."
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college nerd! nanami whoâs infatuated with youâŠor rather how you do things wrong..always telling you how to correct your essays and writing techniques.
college nerd! nanami who didnât listen to anyone that told him english was a terrible major. they always said, âyouâll never get anywhere with a major like that..â âenglish is a terrible decision..â etc etc.
college nerd! nanami who strokes your curls while he types with one hand on his computer, often pushing up his glasses when they fell due to the slouched position he sat in.
college nerd! nanami who you love to tease, saying you two should play teacher and student one of these days.
college nerd! nanami who fell in love with the idea, going out to buy different toys and outfits to roleplay with.
college nerd! nanami who almost jumped for joy when you said youâd wear the vibrator while in class, he loves having control over you.
college nerd! nanami who turned the vibrator up all the way while you were presenting, the small buzz being just barely audible to everyone, your legs shaking in pleasure.
college nerd! nanami who decided to take it easy,turning it off completely so you can finish your presentation. when you went to sit next to him afterwards, he could tell you were pissed.
college nerd! nanami who trailed his hand along your thigh, getting closer and closer to your pink, lacy panties. you bit your lip and grip hard onto nanamiâs wrist, a silent plea.
college nerd! nanami who decides to ignore it, pushing your panties aside and dipping his fingers inside of you, curling them upwards and kissing along your neck. thank god you two are in the back corner of the class.
college nerd! nanami who advocates for you to answer, ây/n knows a lot about this topic, how about you tell them?â nanami suggests, the teacher grins, agreeing since you know oh so much, so oblivious to nanamiâs plan.
college nerd! nanami who chuckles while you stammer, everyone staring back at you two.
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Telling The LADS Men to Ditch The Condom
Them reacting to you saying you want them to fuck you raw. Warnings : MDNI, sex, oral, handjob, and general smut These banners are mine, please do not reuse them.
Zayne, as a doctor, preached safe sex. He appreciates the responsibility and nothing is more attractive to him than a woman who is aware of her birth control options and doesnât mind communicating openly with him about these decisions. After all, having sex was such an intimate act for him that he wouldnât even think about it until youâd been dating for at least a month. He likes the exclusivity and the closeness of sex, and that includes being held accountable for the choices both of you made in the bedroom. So when you tell him to lose the condom, he blinks, making sure he hasnât misheard you.
âYouâŠwant to do it without a condom?â
His head is between your thighs, kissing and nibbling the soft flesh as he edges his way towards the moist and sensitive folds, and he raises up on his elbows to ensure his ears arenât being obstructed by your legs.
You nod slowly, blushing as his dark eyes fixated on yours, the flecks of amber in them lightening at the idea. His pupils dilate at your affirmation, and he hoists himself up a little higher, resting on your belly, gently stroking your flanks. âYouâre sure about this? Thereâs no pressure you know.â
âI know. But I feel like weâve been together long enough to allow ourselves to go one step further. And Iâm on the pill. We can monitor the situation later if you want to but honestly Zayne, I think any step I take with you isnât going to be something I regret.â You say the words candidly, reaching down to stroke his black, silky, locks of hair, heart skipping a beat as he plays with the squish of your belly, nuzzling his face into the softness. âI want to feel you. All of you.â
His eyes flutter closed for a second, the ebony eyelashes resting like fans on his cheekbones before he sighs, the little puff of air sending a shiver across your middle. He crawls up towards your face, capturing your mouth in a tender kiss, tongue sliding across the slit of your lips before entering inside. You cup his face and deepen the kiss, heat gathering in your body. Zayne pulls away only to come to your ear, hot breath tickling you as he speaks.
âI donât think Iâll regret this either.â He licks the shell of your ear, making you twitch. âBut remember, if you change your mind, Iâll stop. No questions asked.â
His words are so sincere and spoken with love, adding fuel to the fire. Zayne, patient and considerate, is looking at you with those sharp eyes as if youâre his last meal on earth. He kisses his way down, pausing briefly to shower some attention over your perked nipples, giving them soft licks and kisses that make you mewl and whine with need. Once heâs back at his original spot between your legs, your arousal has increased a hundredfold, your sex soft and swollen, leaking fluid as he parts your folds.
His tongue darts out, tasting you, licking slow lines from cunt to clit, before slurping the swollen pearl into his mouth, suctioning it with his lips. His middle finger flirts with your entrance, teasing it until it starts sucking in his fingertip, drawing a moan from you as he strokes it along your upper wall.
Zayne knew his anatomy and he never wasted a second in touching you exactly in the spot that made you feel like you were turning into a pile of goo. Never in a hurry, always taking his time, coaxing orgasms from you like a hobby, the breath tearing from your throat, your core spasming from the pleasurable waves that radiate throughout your body. Zayne nudges you through the final vestiges of your orgasm before stroking himself, readying his hardened cock.
Heâs done this before but what gets to him as he aligns his tip with your hot entrance is how heightened the sensation is, the absence of latex allowing him to profoundly feel every muscle contract and fully experience how wet and welcoming your body truly was. He grits his teeth, his balls throbbing, desire surging through his veins, almost snapping his self-control.
He inches in slowly, splitting you apart, marveling at how you stretch to fit him, the little noises that leave your throat music to his ears. Once fully sheathed, he looks at you, hair tousled and splayed across the pillow, a flush across your face. He thrusts with care, drawing a moan of longing from you and softly rolls his hips, adjusting himself at an angle he knew you liked.
Every movement brushed his mushroomhead against your gspot, soft sighs filling the air, his lips descending onto yours, his thumb working your clit, gradually bringing up your pleasure to another peak.
âYou feel so good darling,â he pants, his thrusts becoming steadily faster, his willpower fading away to primal need. âTaking me so well,â he whispers, capturing your lips in another passionate kiss.
Your body is reeling from the stimulation and with Zayneâs gentle ministrations on your clit you cum with a cry, his hips stuttering as he feels the orgasmic spasms of your core around his cock. He tries to hold on, but itâs too much, his head growing sensitive as your second orgasm sucks him in deeper into your warmth, his balls tightening up and the coil in his belly compressed to a limit until it snaps, and with a grunt, he spills himself into your body.
Afterwards, he holds you tenderly, gently easing out, and cleaning up your messy slit with a warm washcloth, playing with your hair until the both of you fall asleep.
This is a man whoâs been taught condoms are the best way to avoid complications. Itâs a golden rule that he will not have unprotected sex for both health reasons and to avoid making the person heâs with uncomfortable. You donât have condoms? Heâs running to the pharmacy to get some. He takes these things seriously and understands that itâs simply gentlemanly to be the one to buy condoms. Xavier wants to feel like he can be relied on in situations like this and that you should never feel awkward asking him to make a condom run or any kind of run.
Heâs reaching for the box to roll one onto himself when you hold his wrist. Curiously, he looks at you, a sight to behold, a heavenly sight laying on his bed, lips plump and swollen from his kisses, body glistening with sweat from your recent orgasm.
âDitch the condom Xav,â you murmur, tracing his arm with your fingers, causing goosebumps to bloom on his skin, his usually slow heartbeat picking up a few paces.
âAre you sure angel?â He lays down gathering you in his arms, his erection tickling your belly as he breathes in the perfume of your hair.
âPositive.â You stroke his cheek reassuringly, feeling like you could drown in the depths of his blue eyes, unable to control the little giggle that leaves your throat as he blushes at your confirmation.
âXavier.â You grasp his chin, forcing him to look at you. âIâve never been more sure. I know I can trust you, rely on you. And right now, I canât think of anything I want more than to feel you inside me, no barriers.â
Heâs shy, his smile so awkward and his face so pink. This was new to him, and the fact that youâre asking so sweetly is pulling at his heartstrings. After hesitating for another moment he places the condom back on the nightstand.
âAll right angel. Since you're sure. But tell me if you feel uncomfortable at all ok?â Xavier rubs his thumbs over your cheekbones in circles, a sweet and tender gesture, carefully laying over you, his chest coming into contact with yours as he tips your face up for a kiss, his hands slipping under you and clasping your shoulder blades to bring your body as close to his as he could.
While his tongue explored your mouth, he raises slightly on his knees and effortlessly finds your moist entrance with his tip savoring each tiny inch that envelopes his cock with aching warmth. He's unable to control the sigh that escapes his lips, lost in your mouth as he feels the wet muscles contract around him, pulling him in. The feeling is inexplicable, the intimacy of skin on skin making him feel heady and light, heart racing in his chest.
His brilliant blue eyes begin to darken at the edges, turning into a darker shade of midnight as he bottoms out, little noises of contentment resounding in your throat as you feel the hot velvet column of his cock fill you, feel the way it pulses as he occupies your pussy.
âXav⊠You feel amazing,â you gasp as you pull away from his mouth, his hips coming to lay flush against yours as he thrusts into you, stroking your inner walls and teasing all the right spots inside you. He's hot and flushed, watching your face as it contorts in pleasure, his blush settling across his cheeks and nose like adorable pink freckles. You smile hazily as him and his head dips down to suckle as nipple, his tongue caressing the little bud, turning your moans into sighs of longing.
When his thumb starts to circle your clit you almost cry out from the pleasure of it all, every sensitive spot being hit at the same time with aching perfection. His breath mingles with yours, sweat forming on both your bodies as you rock against each other, creating delicious friction, matching the other rhythm for rhythm, strike against long stroke.
The edges of your vision blur as your climax grows nearer and Xavierâs jaw grows tight, a moan escaping his lips as he tries to hang on, determined not to climaxes before you. His thumb picks up its pace and with a shaky gasp, your orgasm hits, the sweetness of it making you sob as it grips you, feeling your core spasm, and with a final push of triumph, he allows himself to succumb to his own desires, cock twitching and spasming along with your pussy as he cums, coating your walls with his seed.
Tired, he collapses on top of you as gracefully as he can, your hands and soothingly rubbing over his back, kissing his hair, murmuring praise to him as he floats down from his high.
âAngelâŠyou're so wonderful. The best.â his head is on your chest, listening to your heartbeat as he tries to grasp into reality. You can't help but laugh lightly. Xavier always gets pussy drunk and now without the condom it appeared to accelerate to an entirely fucked out state.
His eyes gleam like sapphires as his breathing returns to normal. âWell how am I supposed to be the guy making the condom run now after knowing what it feels like without one?â
You roll your eyes affectionately at him and flick his forehead.
Rafayel isn't unfamiliar with sex and intimate relationships but he doesn't often engage in them. He's quite shy and doesn't tell you what he's thinking. With patience and a little experimentation, Rafayel slowly came out of his shell and learned to feel comfortable enough with you to express his desires and wants. However, he's nervous about how you'll react to him admitting he's been wondering how it would be without a condom so he clams up.
His cheeks are flushed and his eyes are half lidded, whining as he rests between your legs, his back against your chest as you pump his erection with aching perfection.
âFeeling good baby?â You coo at him as he writhes under yourself ministrations at your mercy.
âYeah⊠So close⊠Don't stop⊠â he pants, hips desperately thrusting up to meet your strokes, feeling his thigh muscles quiver and his abs growing tighter with each passing second.
âTalk to me Raffy⊠how good am I making you feel?â
âSo goodâŠâ His eyes, a lovely shade of lavender gray are starting to turn into smoke as his impending climax builds and rises. His cheeks are flushed and there's sweat on his forehead and chest from the exertion, the gentle crescendo of pleasure building to a steady peak.
He gazes up at you in a haze, those adorably plump lips parted as he gasps for air.
âYou're so pretty when you pout you know?â you ask teasingly and as predicted his brow furrows, displeased at your amusement.
âDon't⊠say things like⊠that!â the color in his cheeks rises and your own control slips slightly as you lean down to give an admonishing nibble on his lower lip. The extra stimulation is enough to push him over the edge and with a groan he pulses, his cock warm and needy in your palm, spilling his cum into your hand.
Your clean hand plays with his pretty hair as you continue to pump him with care ensuring he rides out every drop of his orgasm, a few more more spurts of viscous fluid leaking from his tip before stopping.
Rafayel relaxes on your lap as you reach over to grab a tissue and wipe off your hand. His eyes linger on your messy hand, sticky with his arousal and he feels his cock twitch despite having just cum.
âI wonder what it would look like slipping out of your pussy instead of your hand,â he says in a quiet pondering voice that has you pausing, a wicked grin forming on your face.
âRaffy⊠Did you just say you wanted to fuck me without a condom?â You emphasize the word âfuckâ on purpose because of how flustered he gets when he hears it and sure enough, he pouts, a noise of embarrassment escaping his lips, rolling onto his side to hide his face.
You quickly discard the used tissue and lay down to face him, pulling his struggling hands away from his face which looks like a setting sun now, adorably flushed, eyes bright and averted.
âRaffy tell me what you want.â You reassuringly pull closer to him, nuzzling his warm neck.
His cheek rests on the top of your head and with a sigh he admits with a hint of bashfulness, âI fantasize about it sometimes. But we don't have to,â he adds quickly.
Your laughter is muffled by his neck as you lean back to look at him. âI think we've been together long enough to discuss doing it raw.â You look at him imploringly.
âCmon baby. We can ditch the condom today. I kinda want to know what it feels like too.â
His smokey lavender roam over your face, still carrying hints of hesitation in them. âYou're sure? You're not just doing this because I want to right?â
âOh Raffy. There's never been a day where you've made me feel forced to do anything. I'm very sure.â You cup his face between both your hands and gaze at him lovingly.
He laughs awkwardly, smiling shyly and you feel his erection press against your thigh as the both of you draw in for a kiss, Rafayel pulls your knee over his hip, stroking your moist folds with his cock. You whine in pleasure as he holds his cockhead up to your clit and you slide along his length, both of you sighing passionately at the intimate touch. His engorged tip cups the base of your clit so perfectly and you feel your core clench in anticipation.
Rafayel drags his length between your folds one more time before sliding down to your needy hole, groaning as your wet heat circles his tip. You push down on him, feeling the heat of his member, enjoying the way he fills you so wonderfully, his head sitting snug against your gspot.
The thrusts were shallow in this position but it allows you to snuggle into his chest, look deeply into his eyes and kiss him at leisure, each stroke hitting that sweet spot inside you with aching precision. He toys with your clit , pinching and rolling it for your pleasure.
He's amazed at how good you feel, how tight you are around his length, how wet you really are. The condom almost dulled this sensation and it feels like he's woken from a dream and experiencing reality for the first time.
Your orgasm hits sharply, making you cry out and cling to him the combined fondling of your clit and gspot too much for handle. As it starts to settle down you moan in his ear.
âBaby⊠Give it to me. I want to know what your cum slipping out of my pussy feels like too. Please⊠Cum for me⊠Like how I came for youâŠâ
Your voice is whiny and pleading and Rafayel's hips stutter as he reaches his peak, letting out noises of his pleasure into your ear as he cums, and you feel his hot seed fill your eager pussy. As the both of you catch your breath, kissing each other in the afterglow, everything feels right.
Rafayel's erection softens and as it happens you feel the unmistakable feeling of your combined cum sliding out of your pussy, pooling at the crevice of your thigh.
âThat's so hot,â you murmur and from Rafayel's expression he's thinking the same thing. He gathers a little bit of your mixed fluids on his finger, fascinatedly tasting it, his eyes intoxicated at the flavor.
âSee what happens when you tell me what you want?â you strokes his arm. He nods then gets close to your ear.
âI don't think I want to use a condom ever again.â
Sylus is that guy who loves going in raw but only if he's sure you're into him. And despite the talk of him being the ruthless leader of Onychinus, he's a true gentleman and would never bring the topic of having unprotected sex unless you initiate it. He prides himself on being someone you look to for security amidst the chaos in the N109 zone.
His fingers are knuckle deep into your pussy, wet squelching noises filling the air as his long fingers expertly tease that bundle of nerves inside you while his thumb rubs circles on your clit drawing out a moan of longing from you, your walls clenching around his thick fingers.
âThat's it good girl⊠Give it to me,â his deep voice rumbles in approval as you writhe desperately on his fingers feeling your body tense in anticipation at what was to come.
His lips hover over your collarbone nibbling leisurely and you roll your hips, moaning as your climax washes over you, pussy spasming from the gratification.
He licks his fingers clean, savoring the tang of your arousal before pulling you in for a deep kiss, pulling you snugly against his chest, and pressing kisses to your hair. You taste the musky flavor of your orgasm, transferred from his tongue to yours.
Your hands are already busy with his cock, tickling his thighs and cupping his balls drawing a chuckle from him.
âEasy kitten. We have all night.â His tongue slips between your lips again and gives you a sloppy kiss, a noise of delight leaving you as you stroke the hot velvet of his cock.
âSylus?â you stroke him in a steady rhythm that has him humming, the noise sounding like a cat purring, his abs contracting in response to your touch.
âYes doll?â he licks and nibbles down the side of your neck making you shiver. His crimson eyes fixate on you as you hesitate to speak.
âWhat is it? You know I'll do anything for you right?â He grasps your chin firmly and makes eye contact, feeling flattered when you blush, your nipples perked from your recent orgasm, skin covered in a sheen of sweat, looking divine.
âI was thinkingâŠâ
âYes?â
âUm⊠How would you feel if⊠we didn't⊠Useprotection?â the last few words are said in a rush, and your cheeks grow hot as you make your request. It's not normal for you to feel so shy, after all Sylus was incredibly open to experimentation and exploring kinks with you. But there was something so personal about asking this of him, letting a part of him sit within you so intimately and the vulnerability made you feel exposed.
Sylus rises a contemplative eyebrow, his lips curling into an indulgent smile as he sees how flustered you're getting.
âThe kitten has gotten bold,â he says approvingly. âYou wish to have all of me? Feel my cock in all it's exposed glory inside your wet little cunt?â
The crudeness of his words sends a rush of arousal straight into your already dripping core. Heat fills your cheeks and you slap his shoulder.
âDon't say it like that!â
âisn't it the truth though?â Sylus rolls you on top of him as he lays back against the pillows, enjoying the view of your soft body. âDon't you want to feel every inch of my veiny cock fill you, rub your sensitive walls and fuck you senseless? All the while your tight little pussy keeps getting wetter for me and you can't do anything except helplessly moan and let me stuff you with my seed?â
His ruby eyes glitter sinfully as he watches you squirm under his gaze. How cute. His fingers idly stroke your sides, your hands full of his cock but momentarily frozen from his teasing.
âDon't feel like you have to stop on account of me sweetie,â he prompts, then can't stop himself from laughing as you hasten to continue with your strokes. âYou fluster so easily.â
âAnyone would if spoken to that way!â
âOh no sweetie. I doubt anyone else would have such an adorable reaction. Why can't you just admit that you want me in you, no barriers, just raw and primal like animals?â
Your nails scratch over his abs, feeling them quiver. âIf you don't want to just say so.â
âDon't be that way.â His red eyes narrow, hands tightening around your waist. âYou know I want to.â His large hands cup your breasts and squeeze.
âThen why do you keep laughing like it's funny?â you whine as he twists your nipples, and grind his upper thigh.
Sylus's eyes soften slightly before he leans up to kiss a nipple and pull it softly with his lips. âMhm⊠SyâŠâ your nails scratch his scalp as you cradle his head.
He lets go and blows a puff of air over the hardened peak, causing it to perk up more before circling it with his thumb. âI adore you doll. Itâs not that I find it funny. I'm very flattered that you want me that way. But if I let my desire for you consume me, you may find yourself pushed to a limit.â
He traces a finger from between your breasts down to your navel. âYou may find me⊠being rough. More than you're used to. Because kittenâŠâ he leans up with you balanced on his body and with a soft tickle of hot breath on your ear that has you jerking slightly in surprise, he says in a feral whisper, âthe thought of burying myself in your cunt with no condom on, feeling how you clench and get turned on for me makes me want to eat you alive.â
Blood rushes to your face and Sylus watches with satisfaction. He caresses your cheek. âRide me kitten.â
His eyes darken as you glance at him under lowered lashes. You crawl over his body on your hands and knees hovering your slick core over his hard length. He sucks in a breath as you lower your hips, teasingly brushing his tip against your wet hole, the sensation of so inviting it takes all his willpower not to slam into you mercilessly. He knew he wouldn't be able to control himself if he was on top, wouldn't be able to stop himself from taking. Putting you in control was the wise choice here.
âFuck kitten,â he growls, his fingers digging into your hips. âYou feel so good. So wet for me.â
Sylus's cock stretches you deliciously as you take him in, feeling his veins and heat pulsate achingly inside you. You whine as you fit him in, you whine each time because he's just so big, and it takes a while to adjust and take him. It never fails to make him smirk but today he's watching intently wondering how he's supposed to last with your pussy gripping him like a glove and enveloping him with your needy heat.
When you finally bottom out, both of you take a collective breath and feeling so full, feeling how he fits inside you. Resting your palms on his chest you start to move, lifting your body up feeling him stroke your inner walls and start to ride him.
You start slow, setting a pace that has him groaning, holding your hips so tightly it hurt but you continue, angling your body until you feel his engorged head brush your gspot. His teeth are gritted as he slips a finger between your legs and finds your hardened clit, stroking it to match your movements.
The texture of his cock has you moaning, his gentle movements on your clit pushing you closer to him edge. Sylus lets out a hiss of air, trying not to disturb your pace but his will is being ripped to shreds.
You were so warm. So tight and wet. And claiming you without a condom in his opinion only solidified further that you were his. Marked, claimed, and rightfully his in the most biblical sense.
Your pace picks up as you ride him, needing more friction pathetic noises leaving your throat as you chase your orgasm. Your thighs quiver and burn from the effort but you're so close that you push through the pain, gasping as Sylus firmly presses into the little bud.
âYou're so cute like this, struggling on my cock. Let go for me sweetie⊠Make a mess all over me.â
His words are a sinful request mingling with the sounds of slapping skin and lewd noises of need. With a loud breath of desire, you cum all over him, eyes squeezing shut at the pleasurable spasms that rock your body.
It's too much for Sylus to handle, and taking advantage of your momentary lack of movements, he thrusts upwards into you, fucking you through your orgasm desperate to cum with you.
The absence of the condom aids him and with a loud bark he feels his balls tightening and his orgasm hits him like a train, holding you tightly as pleasure flows through him, his seed filling into your needy pussy.
Fuck he was addicted. He rolls you onto the bed and holds you close to him.
âYou're going to be the death of me kitten.â
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Simon was seething. Never had he been so viscerally angry, his temper dangerously towing the tight rope that was his self control. Youâd almost been killed. Youâd been shot, and you were damn lucky that it hadnât been fatal.
He found you on the roof later that night, no longer hiding the pain the bullet wound in your side had caused once you thought you were alone. It took all of two seconds of him seeing you hurting like that for him to snap.
âThe fuck were you thinking out there, Y/N?!â His voice echoed in the night air, causing you to flinch slightly. âDo please tell me youâve got a reasonable explanation for what happened.â
âSimon, please just calm down for a minute.â Your voice was soft, too soft, and it only fueled his anger more.
âCalm down? You want me to calm down?â Simon bellowed, his self control rapidly slipping out of his grasp. âYou almost fuckinâ died, Y/N!â
Simon hated the way you flinched, hated the way you backed up ever so slightly away from him, but he couldnât control himself. He had almost lost you.
âI know that, Simon. I know. But I donât regret what went down.â You forced your voice steady, your eyes not leaving his as you attempted to stand your ground. âI-.â
âYou donât regret almost getting shot? Y/N, youâre not on this team to make reckless decisions. If I knew youâd be making choices like that, Iâd have had Price kick you off the team months ago! Almost dying, for what? For what?!â Simon moved closer to you, the red in his vision nearly blinding, and this time you didnât back away.
âFor you, asshole!â You screamed, your hands reaching for Simonâs chest, pushing him as hard as you possibly could. Simon barely moved an inch before you screamed again. âFor you! If I hadnât taken that bullet, you wouldâve died!â
Simonâs world stopped in that moment, the red vanishing from his vision, his heart coming to a slow halt in his chest as he absorbed your words. For him?
âHe was aiming at you, Simon. If I hadnât stepped in the way, we wouldâve lost you. And I.â You trailed off, unable to look at the hulking man in front of you. âI donât know, I didnât hesitate, it was as if it was just instinct for me.â
Simon could hear his heartbeat in his ears, the soft thud thud thud the only thing keeping him grounded. Youâd saved him. Youâd risked your life to save him.
You, the sweet soldier who always put others first. You, the one whoâd always patched him up late at night, laughing at his shitty jokes. You, the one who understood him like nobody else. You, the one person in this godforsaken world that got him to lower the never ending walls within him. You, the one heâd unknowingly loved for years. Saved him.
âI know it was stupid, and if you want to kick me off of the team for it, fine. But Iâd do it again.â You threw your hands up in the air, and Simon didnât miss the way you winced from the pain in your side. âI donât regret it.â
Simon only stared at you, his eyes betraying none of the inner turmoil that he was currently experiencing.
âI couldnât lose you, Simon.â Your voice was barely audible as you spoke, your eyes falling on the lower half of his mask. âNot now, not ever. I donât know what I wouldâve done if that bullet hit you.â
Simonâs eyes found yours as he let out a breath he didnât know he was holding. He opened his mouth to speak, but his tongue felt heavy, incapable of moving. For the first time in his life, he truly didnât know what to say.
He watched as you chewed your bottom lip, your eyes leaving his yet again as you looked down at your feet. God he wishes he could say something, anything, but as always words failed him around you.
âIâve got to go report in to Price.â You said, slowly turning away from him to face the door. âI wonât apologize for what I did, but Iâm sorry for causing you to doubt my ability to support the team. Have a good night, lieutenant.â
Watching you turn away from him had finally stirred something within him, his heart rapidly beating in his chest. He had to make this right.
âY/N.â Simon found his voice as you reached the roofâs door, causing you to turn to face him. âWait.â
Your heart practically stopped beating upon finding Simonâs mask discarded, his face now fully bare for you to see. You werenât sure what you had expected, once youâd finally seen him, but it certainly wasnât this.
He was simply beautiful. Every scar, every small freckle, dimple, wrinkle had formed his face impeccably well, and you couldnât help but stare at him as your mind ran completely blank.
Youâd fallen for the masked man long ago, his dry humor, loyalty and bravery were something thatâd youâd found yourself drawn to. Youâd meant what you said to him about not regretting taking a bullet for him. You loved him. And truthfully couldnât fathom a life without him.
âNow you see me.â Simon breathed, his eyes softening as he watched you take in every inch of his face. He shouldâve felt vulnerable, shy even. But he didnât. Not with you. He wanted you to see him, every imperfect inch of him.
He bared himself to you, let his face and eyes tell you everything he didnât know how to express with words.
âIâve always seen you, Simon Riley.â You spoke, your voice barely above a whisper as your hand softly cupped his cheek. âAlways.â
And that was all it took for Simon to know he loved you.
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